Return To The Gym

"A" is off track from school and begging to go to the gym. She loves the play area.

Today she got her wish. I packed up both little ones and away we went.

I spent fifteen minutes on the treadmill and then went to spin class.

The instructor was a very buff man with a wife-beater shirt on, all the better to show off his muscles. Many of the ladies asked to have their bikes adjusted. Every time I see a guy who obviously cares about his physique that much, I think about the scene in "Thirteen Going On Thirty" where the main character's buffed boyfriend does the "Ice Ice Baby" dance. Yick.

Cycle class was fun enough. At one point the instructor yelled, "Go go!" like an Army commercial.

He yelled other phrases such as, "pump your legs, explode your heart," and "My, your lips are turning blue."

I ended class five minutes early so I wouldn't have to wait in line to wipe my bike down. I was going to stretch in the locker room but didn't. Yes, I'll pay tomorrow.
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Every year at Christmas, Santa wraps the presents he brings in different paper than the other presents.

This year, Santa hid his paper under my bed. That's okay, as nothing ever exits from there.

My in-laws came to visit and gave us their old bed. My FIL unwittingly pulled out the paper and put it in my bedroom.

You would think after two months, that "A" wouldn't remember what kind of paper the big guy used. You would be wrong.

"Look Mom, why did Santa leave his paper here?"

"I don't know honey, maybe he was in a hurry."

She isn't buying it. I can tell.

How many kids remember after TWO MONTHS let alone two minutes?
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Old Hoss mentioned in his blog yesterday that he didn't have much time left. The idea of Old Hoss not being around and blogging bugged me.

Apparently it bugged me more than I realized. All night I kept dreaming that Old Hoss wasn't blogging and I was worried about him.

Old Hoss, don't quit blogging. And may you have many more years to do it in.
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My MIL brought up some Kraft Marshmallow Creme last time they visited. I called Kraft to make sure it was gluten and casein free. I received the stock answer, which was that they would list on their product if there were any ingredients that consumers may be allergic too.

But SJ ate some and he immediately got kind of funny.

I can't find anything on google about this. Does anyone have any info?
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SJ went to see his new pre-school again today while I dropped off paperwork. I spotted lots of other kids who were like him. They have a certain look and mannerisms that give them away. It's like a secret handshake that lets others know you are in the autism disorders club.

He will be around lots of kids like him and lots of mainstream kids also. I hope he does well.
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It is only nine-twenty and my eyelids are heavy. It's been a long day.