Boy did I have an attitude last night! I was fine up until it was time for our workout. It was Plyo-X night. Plyo is evil and I hate it! It's Anthony's absolute favorite while it's my least favorite. I just plain didn't want to do it. I suggested trying Cardio X but Anthony was reluctant. He wanted his Plyo.
I was forced to endure the entire demonic workout pretty much by myself due to an injured calf Anthony is nursing. Ummm, yeah, that was irritating... not the calf, just the fact that I had to do it by myself. I really should have just done the cardio no matter what he said. I knew he wouldn't be able to the Plyo, it's all about jumping. Injured calf... HELLO! No jumping!!
Just a few minutes in, Anthony could see my irritation and suggested that I needed to find my Chi. He's currently reading a book called Chi Running which explains all about having your chi in check and such. Yada, yada, yada. Can you imagine the surge of anger I felt as he is suggesting that I find my chi? MAYBE IT'S ON VACATION, NOW HUSH! I didn't say that, I just really wanted to. Find my chi... pssshhhh!
I think it's this darn weather. No it's not raining, hailing, snowing, foggy, or even windy. The problem? It's so darn sunny!
That's right, I've got a confession. I do NOT love summer. Sure, I love the activities, the laughter, the kids playing outdoors, the food (Summer means lots of yummy fruits and veggies in season, right?), the bbq's, the get-togethers and even the busy-ness. **Would the real word be business? Because I thought about putting that but then I thought you would read it as BIZ-ness.**
But that darn SUN! It makes it so dang HOT! Given the choice between hot or cold, I will take cold every time. Anyone that knows me well knows that I don't do heat. I HATE HEAT!!!!! Hibernation for me comes during the summer time. Or it would, if it would just slow down. Summer is crazy around these here parts. I'm sure that's normal for just about everyone. Just venting for a moment. Anyone else have the I'm-a-bear-in-the-heat syndrome? Let's call it an allergy.
Oh, and speaking of attitude, C is really beginning to have one as well. Maybe he's allergic as well. He's been walking around with his little 3-year-old attitude saying, "Kill you!" in a not so funny tone. What do I do about that? Actually, last night we put soap in his mouth. In all fairness, we warned him several times and he kept saying it. Probably just to see if we really meant what we said. So, I grabbed the baby wash and Anthony pumped a small amount into his mouth (which he willingly held open). Let's just say I don't think he'll be so willing the next time. And yes, we rinsed it out right away.
He's also been telling everyone to "Be a man!" He picked that up from "Follow That Bird". Have you seen that one? If not, you really should. It's a Sesame Street movie. One of my favorites from my childhood. Still love it. Total nerd, I know.
Anyway, it started out with him telling H to "be a man" as they layed in their beds one night. Now, he says it to anyone that's annoying him in any way. At least he's polite about it. "Please stop it, Mom. Be a man!"
When I retort with, "YOU be a man," he always says, "No, I can't. I'm a boy."
Oh how I love that little boy. He's great!