Crunching numbers

Emmie is totally into working out now that she's almost five months old, doing her crunches every day.

It's hilarious because she tries so hard to sit up using only her little ab muscles. She gets her head and neck and upper back pretty much clear off the floor. Then she thinks lifting her legs into the air will help her get up, although we all know that's just a pilates move and now she's clearly showing off.

The crunch is normally followed by either a roll to her side, and almost all the way over, or by a defeated flop back down onto the rug.

Evidently, she's trying to one-up her mommy in the exercise department. Which wouldn't be hard, considering my only exertion consists of pushing the stroller. I should probably get down and do 10 sets of 20 with her if I want to lose this baby weight. Which is still standing at a solid five pounds to go before I am back at my pre-Jack weight. My jeans all fit, so not sure how that works, but I have a ways to go before I will be comfortable baring this body at the beach.

I say this while sucking down a scoop of dairy-free ice cream.