Floor Exercises 2

Fatigue overtook me the other day, so it was time once again to engage in some floor exercises.

As usual, the Boo came over to investigate once he saw me laying there at Boo-level.

In a matter of moments, he grew bored and was on to better things. It seems that sitting on an an already-prone and inert Mommy isn't as fun to as wearing out an exasperated, red-faced and hopping mad Mommy. I suppose the thrill is in the chase.

My apologies, by the way, for the recent lapse in updates, as well as for the brevity of this post. I've been cursed with all manner of technological woe in the last week, namely a fried motherboard and a Blackberry that spontaneously started typing in tongues. According to my pal Jen, Mercury is in "serious retrograde." I have no idea what that means, but it sounds serious. Thankfully, my amazing friend Deb has loaned me her extra laptop to use until we can replace our old computer. All I had to do in return was promise to give her Benjamin, but as you can tell from this post, that's probably a good thing right now!

Floor Exercises

Fatigue is very common in pregnancy. During my last pregnancy, I was so tired that I found myself falling asleep in work meetings or nodding off while typing emails. Fortunately, my former boss Cathy was very understanding and always willing to let me slip out for a break when I needed it. Unfortunately, my current boss Benjamin is not quite as understanding. He doesn't let me take breaks, and if I try to slip away, he'll follow me hollering and pounding down the door. As such, I've learned to take my breaks right there in the room with him - by just plopping down flat on the floor.
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At first, all proceeds as usual with Benjamin amusing around the house, hardly aware that Mommy is sprawled out like a beached whale on the living room rug.

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He contentedly plays in his playroom for a while before moving on to investigate the entryway and kitchen. And that's when he notices me.
A-HA! He looks all too pleased to have found me, and what's more, to discover that, for once, he's taller than I am. What better way to exercise his newfound vertical superiority than to...

...Sit on my head. A few moments later, Oliver joins him on the Mommy Couch, too.

Before long, Benjamin is bored with just sitting on me and takes off to stir up mischief elsewhere.

The mischief he stirs up involves getting himself stuck inside Oliver's toy basket, which requires that I abruptly end my break to rescue him.

Oh, well. It was nice while it lasted!