Jazzercise!

It is 4:40 in the morning as I type this. Why am I, as a mostly sane person awake, you should ask? If you didn't ask it, do so now...I'll give you a second.



It is because this wonderful little hell-beast which my husband and I are so blessed with, has taken up Jazzercise. Now mind you, I have never in my life actually done jazzercise, but I figure he's toooo crazy to be doing some tame yoga stretching in there, yet not active (read violent) enough for tae-bo.

Sadly, I wish the child would save his exercise classes until he is no longer preforming them on my bladder and other vital organs. Enjoy your sleep folks! I certainly would if I weren't picturing Richard Simmons in spandex dancing and telling me happy things. So you see, even when the baby is done, I'll still have Richard Simmons nightmares to contend with.

Crap.