Who needs a personal trainer? I’ve got Beans!

Yoga what?

Cardio who?

Try doing the Hokey Pokey sixteen times in a row. If you aren’t too dizzy from “turn(ing) yourself around” then you’ll start to feel the burn by the fourth time.

The Beans, fueled by birthday cake, kept saying, “Again! Again!” and what could I do but say yes and put my right foot in, wiggling it just enough to send them into fits of giggles and into each other and down to the floor.

Everytime I tried to sit down, M would grab my hand and command, “Dance Momma!” Shaking my shoulders and tossing my hair didn’t appease the girl. “No Momma. Dance on floor!”

I’m spent.

But I feel a little less guilty about the second slice of cake.

Thank you for a wonderful day, Beans. I’m sure 32 never felt so good.