Early morning Pilates with C.

This week, instead of scampering off to play while the other two are still sleeping, he’s been wanting to “do exercises” with me.  He’s selected his preferred mat (“the purple one is mine, Mama,” he reminds me gravely).  He points out exercises in the book, asks me what they’re called, and then tells me the plan: “I’m going to do this one.  It’s called a push-up, Mama.”

Here we were doing the seal.  He thought clapping his feet together was pretty great.

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