Think I can come up with a song re: pain related to dancing. Dancing is such an obvious, if not schmaltzy, metaphor for life. I think I can make it work.
Took HH to gymnastics Monday. He mostly had fun. He was the youngest one there and, I think, a little overwhelmed by all the activity. But, he did enjoy doing pullups and jumping on this mini-trampoline with a bar to hold onto. I realized I still need to work on my post partum, lower abdominal strength, as jumping on the bubble bounce contraption made me pee a little bit.
I want a mini-trampoline for the house (gym) and a large mirror, in case anyone has one s/he is trying to get rid of.