The One Where I Piggy Back off Someone Else's Blog

OK. I've told you guys that one of my favorite blogs is this one.

Well, in her most recent post, she was telling us all how her daughter called her "Honey." And I thought that was cute. And then I remembered. My girls use the word Honey, too. But in a slightly different way.

You know how your kids echo back the things you say? And most of the time you cringe? Yeah. Me either.

Anyway. I have always called my kids "Honey" or "Sweetheart." My mom calls them "Sweetie."

So when my girls play babies, they always call their babies "Honey" or "Sweetie." Which I picked up on the first couple of times they did it, so I'm used to it. I think it's so sweet that they will be playing, and they will say, "Ok. I'll be the Mommy, you be the Honey."

Now, you remember we were visiting my parents last week. I was with my mom running errands, and my dad was taking care of them. We got home, had dinner, and he gave me the run down of their afternoon. He looked a little sheepish when he said, "We were playing babies. I was the Daddy, and the girls were my Honies." And I had to laugh. And then inform him that "Honies" were in fact, babies. And he was in no danger of having to share a jail cell with Warren Jeffs.

He tried to hide it,

but he was relieved.

Workin' It Out

I believe in being healthy. I believe in being balanced. I like to introduce lots of things for my girls so that they have a wide assortment of activities to choose from. I don't want to overload them with too much. Right now we have a ONE activity policy. My oldest does gymnastics once a week. My youngest does dance once a week. I might break down next year and let them have two. Especially if they are in the same class. ANYWAY.

I have really been wanting to go to the gym on a regular basis. But NOT at 5:30 a.m. Which is what I would need to do if I wanted to do my full workout and be home by 7:00 a.m. Which I would need to do to get breakfast on the table. So I tried to take my oldest with me one morning around 9:00. She did amazingly well. She tried the weights when I lifted. She watched a little TV while I ran. We went on the track and chased each other awhile.

So today I thought I would take both girls. I brought their Spooner board. I brought a plastic bowling set. (Both of these things were introduced to us at the Kid's Fair. They rock.) We were going to take over the gym and get busy. BUT I didn't know there was a Health Fair today in the gym.

So we improvised. We played chase up on the track. We looked at a few of the booths at the Health Fair. We looked at the video games. We went into the weight room.

Working out with two little ones is COMPLETELY different than with one. Needless to say, we were in there for about 10 minutes, as Little One bit the dust on the rubbery floor and wouldn't stop crying. I decided it was close enough to nap time to call it quits. But my girls are such health nuts, they wanted to see the cardio room.

Sounded good to me. We went in and Little One promptly tried every machine she could. Except the treadmills. Those are really huge for a 36 inch kid. My oldest jumped right on. Eventually, Little One decided she would try too, as long as it didn't go too fast. Soon they were having a blast. Then, as if it couldn't get any better, they realized they had TV screens on their treadmills. And on the wall. And no one was in there. So, we worked it out to Martha Speaks. Don't judge. Use whatever motivates you.