Tuesday, January 31, 2012

One wiped out baby!

Today, my mom played with Libby so I could make it to a workout. 
My mom knows firsthand what happens when workouts are missed. 

Frankly, having 4 kids of her own, I am amazed she didn't go criminally insane when we were growing up without an exercise outlet. 

So I am very, very thankful for my hour of hell, torture, how about this - I'm thankful for my hour+ of hellish, tortuous BLISS! It makes me a better mom. {Makes my body a little sore, but yes, a better mom nonetheless.}

Mama apparently gives little Libby quite the workout too...
This girl was WIPED when we went to pick her sisters and brother up from school. 
She didn't flinch. Didn't move a muscle as the doors opened, the preferred music of my soon-to-be-12 year old began to play on the radio.

So of course I stole a picture of her. 
How much longer can this last? 

1 comment:

Elisa B said...

I love the sleeping pictures! Ahhhhhh, enjoy it! You're right, it will be gone too fast.

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More Than It Hurts You
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