Drop and give me...whatever you can

Over the weekend Donnie was doing sit ups. Apparently Bug had never seen him do sit ups and was somewhere between amazed and concerned. In between sit ups—when Donnie was lying flat on the floor—Bug ran over and kissed him (think: prince waking sleeping beauty or something) and continued to do that until Donnie was laughing so hard he couldn't go on.

Yesterday I went downstairs to run on the treadmill. Donnie and Bug came down to play shortly after I started. Instead of getting his toys Bug picked up his chair and plopped it in front of the treadmill. He became my little cheerleader along my non-existent route. He waved and blew me kisses as I ran nowhere. I was shocked at how long he stuck it out just planted in front of me. Once he tossed Winnie-the-Pooh in my direction but other than that there were no sideline distractions.

I did some sit ups and then while doing other stretches Bug politely tried to push me lower than my body was willing to go. I think he has a competitive spirit because I was beginning to fear he wasn't giving up.

Later in the day Bug abruptly took a break from playing with his pseudo-Lego toys and lay down on the floor. I quietly watched him as he lifted his head and upper body and then lowered himself with legs bursting off the floor. He repeated it a few times, counted a bit and then stood up and announced he was done with his sit ups. Not bad--counting and working on his abs.