Working Out

My husband began a new exercise regime recently. He started using weights and doing sit-ups as well as running on the treadmill regularly. Kate took a keen interest in watching him work out. She told me the other day that she can't wait until she is old enough to go on the "treadmiddle."

I hadn't realized how much this had affected her until she was playing in the basement while I was doing laundry. It got very quiet (which is ALWAYS a sign that she is getting into something she shouldn't) so I stuck my head around the corner. I found Kate lying on the carpet with my 6 pound hand weight over her left arm. I quietly watched as she struggled to lift her arm and then realize the weight was too heavy to move. She then proceeded to try and slide her arm out from under the weight, but there wasn't enough room for her hand to fit. She laid quietly for a moment before looking around to see how she could get out of this situation without alerting me to her predicament.

It was at this moment that her eyes met mine and she began to giggle, "Mommy, I'm stuck!" I refrained from laughing as best I could and came to her rescue. As I lifted the weight off, I explained that hand weights were for adults only, and that kids didn't need to use them to work out. "Good," she replied, "because I couldn't get up!"

Kids are sponges. They soak up everything happening around them. Kate is no exception...she really is trying to be a big girl and do what she sees us do...even if it involves trapping herself on the floor!