Dancing Barefoot Through Cow Crap.

My kid loves me. A lot. He is super super attached to me and wants to go EVERYWHERE I go. (Unless it’s leaving the park, he’d rather stay, thank you very much.) Every time I put on my shoes, I hear the familiar ring of “Don’t go Mama, lemmeee go wif you” I could tell him I am going ANYWHERE, and he’d want to come with me.

“Honey, you can’t come with me, I’m going to an audition”

“lemmee come wif you”

“You don’t want to come with me, I’m going to go dance through cow poop barefoot”

“lemmee come wif you”

“I’m going to go do taxes in a dark room all day”

“lemmee come wif you”

“I’m going to a GOP debate”

“lemmee come wif you”

Oh you DEFINITELY don’t want to come with me to that one. Dancing though cow crap barefoot is probably more fun.

Fortunately, a lot of things can be done together. Like getting our fitness on. Ok, so he mostly half does the moves and laughs at me doing them. But he does really try. Watching him do squats is a lot like watching Elaine try to dance.

Here was our set today

  • 25 mountain climbers
  • 15 burpees
  • 25 jumping jacks
  • 25 sumo squats with weight
  • 25 lunges on left with weight
  • 25 lunges on right with weight
  • 15 push ups
  • 1 minute reverse plank
  • 1 set 100s
  • 1 minute forward plank
  • rest 30 seconds
  • repeat set.

Yesterday was “National Ice Cream Cone” day. We celebrated it at Ample Hills Creamery in Brooklyn. There was A LOT of hype about this place. There was SO MUCH hype that they sold out of ice cream so fast after opening that they had to close for several days to make more. Here’s the good part-they use locally sourced ingredients and environmentally friendly business practices, and have a great play area for kids. Here’s the negative-the ice cream was full of ice crystals and ohmahgosh sweet.

The ice cream flavor I ordered for Elijah was full of kids breakfast cereal, so I expected it to be really sweet. The gooey butter cake flavor I expected to be similarly sweet, but the cinnamon and chocolate peanut butter were also cloyingly sweet. I was so bummed. I wanted this place to be great so bad.

Back to Blue Marble for me. (Incidentally, I hear the ginger flavor is back, and it’s kinda my fave.)

Either way, eating ice cream is still better than watching a GOP debate.

 

 

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