"I wish I could live in her world." That was what a friend of mine said last night while joining us for dinner. I smiled. I do live in her world, but not completely. This is my daughters world:
She has multiple sisters and brothers who live in various placed, both in and out of California. They have birthday parties almost daily, work at jobs, go to school, love broccoli but not her favorite kale salad (hmmm. B detests broccoli, but loves kale), etc. She laughs as she tells me about her sisters and brothers, insists that they ARE her sisters and brothers because after all that is what she sees in her mind and her stories are endless tales full of purity, joy, and creativity.
She wrote a book about a hippopotamus. The hippo colors in books. The hippo drives a car. The hippo colors with, not on, his computer. The hippo eats. The hippo does whatever she wants him to do because in her world there are no limits to possibility.
She hangs her clothes out to dry while she struts proudly in the buff. She tells me that my tummy looks big, my hair needs brushing, my shoulders look black, and that toes need painting. She tells me that I'm pretty and that she loves me. She tells me whatever is on her mind. She is not afraid to be herself.
She asks "why" countless times a day, not to be annoying, rather she is genuinely curious as to why that particular bird in not flapping his wings yet still flying. Or why the neighborhood cat roams all over the neighborhood. Or how something broke.
She negotiates better than I. No, mom. I can play for (pause and look cute) 5 more minutes. How about 2 more minute? Umm, 20 more minutes? Ok, B, 5 more minutes (crap I'm a sucker). This shirt with this skirt, not pants! Thank you mommy.
She screams. She screams because she is frustrated, angry, happy, sad. She screams when I want to scream but can't because well 34 year olds don't go around screaming. She screams because she wants to let the world knows what she wants and that she is going to do whatever it takes to get that desire met. She screams because she is strong, determined, and confident.
My daughter lives in this amazing world where imagination knows no limits, where pride out shines insecurity, and strength is both physical and mental. In her world living true to your beliefs is rule, curiosity is the driving force, and making sure that others know where you stand is paramount. I love her world. I hope that she lives in this world as long as possible. I pray that she takes as much from her world into the "real" as possible. I want to live in her world.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
One of those days
Deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Repeat. Again. Yea, not doing the trick today. Wake up at 5 am with a screaming babes who then wakes the older one. Paybacks to be given at nap time. Luckily 3 year old jumps in bed with daddy and sleeps another 1.5. Lucky me, I get to stay awake with a screaming 1 year old who just doesn't seem to want to be satisfied (though I'm sure breast feeding would do the trick but I'm staying strong on weaning). Fast forward through breakfast: dressed getting ready to go out for a run with the double BOB. One kid screaming about getting her hair brushed while the other is apparently trying to pull my shorts down while yelling. After 3 attempts to appease baby, I let out a big "uuugggghhhh" and walk to the bathroom, where the husband seems to think that everyone is fine and happy and not giving me a tough go this am. Really? Thanks hubby for joining in the love. Finish run, baby asleep as planned, oh wait, 3 year old finds the loudest outside toy possible, baby awake; so much for a quick am power nap. Errands, home play time, wow day is on the up and up. Baby down for nap. Hour later put 3 year old down. Or so I thought. She comes screaming for me, I was attempting to change the laundry. Bring her back inside, oh, baby now awake. Crap. Put 3 yr. old back to bed, 1 year old, exhausted, miserable, refuses to fall asleep. This mamma has tried all my tricks. 1 hr later 3 year old awake. Crap again. 1 hour nap is never ever long enough. It's that point of being too long get back to sleep but not long enough to create a happy place for all. Baby still screaming for I am not even sure what at this point. 3 year old screaming that she wants to go to swim lessons. We will, in an hour when it's time to leave. More screaming. Please if you are going to scream go to the other room and do so and try to calm your body. She's back in her room and now I'm getting the evil eye from the baby. Seriously. Deep Breaths. Inhale, Exhale, repeat. F#$%! who am I kidding?! Today will go down as one of those days. I will enjoy some wine with dinner, which I will not be cooking. I will go to bed, exhausted, say my prayers, and hopefully fall asleep easily. However, I am now and will later remind myself that although I do not particularly hope to remember today and/or savor these particular moments, I have two amazing children, one amazing husband, and one blessed life. Time to rally the troops...fingers crossed.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Counting Blessings
We've had family in from Colorado the past week and have been spending as much family time as we could. Sea Center, Park, Beach, BBQ's, Beach, Beach. Did I say Beach? Needless I'm exhausted. The girls have had their schedules adjusted, which means sleep has suffered, which means mommy has suffered. I've complained to my husband about the crankiness (mine included) the poor quality of food being consumed by all, the time away from my normal schedule (I'm big on keeping to my schedule), etc etc etc.
As I've looked over some pictures from the past week I realize, I'm a crazy B@#&%! Why have I complained? The last week, though crazy to a small extent, has been comprised of my girls getting to play with their 4 cousins. It has been my husband getting to hang with his sisters. My husband getting to bike with his partner and brother in law (one in the same). It has been me having a chance to chat with my sister in law, mother of four children between the ages of 2-8. A week of laughs, tears, friends coming together, family coming together, old stories, new stories, and yes, exhaustion. Now, looking back at the week, I remember how blessed I am. How blessed my family is.
In the daily grind of parenting we often forget to take moments to not only stop and observe, but rather to say thank you. Thank you to whatever greater power you may or may not believe in, thank you for all of this amazingness. I personally, often feel stressed at the end of the day. I've heard enough loud voices, wiped enough dirt and tears, swept enough floors, assisted enough peeps, to the point of just collapsing on the couch or in bed and giving my husband a quick peck on the cheek and I love you, then falling asleep to prepare for the next day of crazy. It's not that I am not grateful. I am just caught up in each moment that I loose perspective.
I'm going to make it my goal to refocus. For instance, my husband just this moment, no lie, sent a text saying I Love you. How lucky am I? I have a man that takes a moment, albeit a small one, to remind me how he feels. That's awesome. Thank you God for this amazing man.
I may make a blessings journal, but even if I don't I will be sure to remind myself to truly think before I complain. I am not perfect, believe it or not ;), I will trip up and forget, especially when the kids are screaming and I am at my wits end. However, I hope to be able to reflect back upon that craziness and though I plan to never miss it like crazy people claim I will someday, I will remind myself that I am one Blessed Momma.
As I've looked over some pictures from the past week I realize, I'm a crazy B@#&%! Why have I complained? The last week, though crazy to a small extent, has been comprised of my girls getting to play with their 4 cousins. It has been my husband getting to hang with his sisters. My husband getting to bike with his partner and brother in law (one in the same). It has been me having a chance to chat with my sister in law, mother of four children between the ages of 2-8. A week of laughs, tears, friends coming together, family coming together, old stories, new stories, and yes, exhaustion. Now, looking back at the week, I remember how blessed I am. How blessed my family is.
In the daily grind of parenting we often forget to take moments to not only stop and observe, but rather to say thank you. Thank you to whatever greater power you may or may not believe in, thank you for all of this amazingness. I personally, often feel stressed at the end of the day. I've heard enough loud voices, wiped enough dirt and tears, swept enough floors, assisted enough peeps, to the point of just collapsing on the couch or in bed and giving my husband a quick peck on the cheek and I love you, then falling asleep to prepare for the next day of crazy. It's not that I am not grateful. I am just caught up in each moment that I loose perspective.
I'm going to make it my goal to refocus. For instance, my husband just this moment, no lie, sent a text saying I Love you. How lucky am I? I have a man that takes a moment, albeit a small one, to remind me how he feels. That's awesome. Thank you God for this amazing man.
I may make a blessings journal, but even if I don't I will be sure to remind myself to truly think before I complain. I am not perfect, believe it or not ;), I will trip up and forget, especially when the kids are screaming and I am at my wits end. However, I hope to be able to reflect back upon that craziness and though I plan to never miss it like crazy people claim I will someday, I will remind myself that I am one Blessed Momma.
Kid Activities
The latest hit in our house is SLIME! Turns out to be super easy to make and is not as messy as it sounds! SCORE! I will admit I first saw slime on Pinterest but then went online and found this recipe. The nice thing is that it is a 1:1 ratio of ingredients, so do it once and you will more than likely have it stored in memory.
*1/4 cup of water
* 1/4 cup of white craft glue (like Elmer's glue)
* 1/4 cup of liquid starch (used for clothes)
* Food coloring (optional)
* Mixing bowl
* Mixing spoon
A second OMG why didn't I think of that activity: tape paper all over the kids table and let them go to town! My nanny did this with the girls, but then I decided to take it up a bit. I brought out all kinds of craft items for gluing down. Finally, we put down a bunch of large number and letter stickers. On the number stickers I had Blaire put that number of stickers on or around the number. She also traced and/or colored inside of the numbers and letters for extra practice! Lots of fun, super easy...my kind of activity!
*1/4 cup of water
* 1/4 cup of white craft glue (like Elmer's glue)
* 1/4 cup of liquid starch (used for clothes)
* Food coloring (optional)
* Mixing bowl
* Mixing spoon
- Pour all of the the glue into the mixing bowl.
- Pour all of the water to the mixing bowl with the glue.
- Stir the glue and water together.
- Add your food color now - about 6 drops should do it.
- Now add the liquid starch and stir it in.
- It should be nice and blobby by now. As you play with your slimy concoction, it will become more stretchy and easier to hold.
- Explore your slimy creation and store it in a zip bag when you are not using it.
A second OMG why didn't I think of that activity: tape paper all over the kids table and let them go to town! My nanny did this with the girls, but then I decided to take it up a bit. I brought out all kinds of craft items for gluing down. Finally, we put down a bunch of large number and letter stickers. On the number stickers I had Blaire put that number of stickers on or around the number. She also traced and/or colored inside of the numbers and letters for extra practice! Lots of fun, super easy...my kind of activity!
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Please do not Helicpoter parent MY child
We have chosen to give our children a lot of freedom in the sense of exploration and risk taking. I have never discouraged my children from trying to climb, run, swing, build, etc. Maybe that is why my first born walked when she was only 8 months old? I doubt it, but I don't know. What I know is that I am raising confident young girls who are not afraid to try something new.
I know that our parenting style is different from many others, but it has worked for us thus far. I never try to push my style on others, esp. strangers in a park. Therefore, I ask that you other parents, especially those whom I do not know, please do not hover around my children and discourage them.
This morning while playing in the park with the girls I asked that Blaire say something in order that I could hear her and place her (Kids World can be insane with two kids going opposite directions). She did just as I asked, and I could tell she was basically directly above us, where I had expected. Suddenly I hear a mothers voice telling her "No, don't do that. Your mommy is down there. NO, Claire, wait." I realized she was talking to my daughter, Blaire, so I stated, "No she is okay". Her response, "but she's not headed towards the slide but down the ladder!" OMG! Down the ladder?! Should I call the firemen? Seriously lady? I responded, "that's fine. She can do that if she'd like." Well, Blaire, freaked out by some strange lady telling her that she was unable to do something, which mind you she has down countless times in the last 2 years without assistance, decides that maybe she can't after all. She began to get herself on the top of the ladder and went berserk! Screaming "No, I can't!" I attempted to redirect her, "Blaire, we don't say can't. It's how can I make this work?" She looked, began again, and once again freaked. After another attempt or two to reassure her, I realized that it was a lost cause, this woman had deterred her, had convinced her that she couldn't climb a ladder. Finally, I just had to remove myself from the situation and allow her to follow. We did attempt to go back, yet she still believed that she was somehow unable to climb down the ladder. She screamed some more. The woman, seeing how my daughter was reacting did apologize, "I didn't mean for that to happen." Well, then you should not have parented my child. I was close by, we were speaking to one another, she was in no immediate danger.
Another parent, seeing my daughter fall an entire 3 inches to the ground on her knees, gasped and reached for her. I was a few feet away with the other child and usually B would wipe off and get back again. Yet, because this parent was intent that my child must have terribly hurt herself, thus,B ran to me. I helped wipe her off and reassured her. Luckily, when she went back the other parent had left and B was free to continue jumping onto the rings and swing (though she started slowly) without the gasping and over reactions. Kids fall. It happens. Again, she was in no immediate danger.
So please, I beg of you, if you chose to be an overbearing, helicopter parent, that is fine, but please keep your hovering to your own child(ren). Do not condemn my children to the same fate as yours. I am happy with how we are doing over here and would like my girls to continue to be strong, willing, confident, & trusting (of their own abilities and of my parenting).
I know that our parenting style is different from many others, but it has worked for us thus far. I never try to push my style on others, esp. strangers in a park. Therefore, I ask that you other parents, especially those whom I do not know, please do not hover around my children and discourage them.
This morning while playing in the park with the girls I asked that Blaire say something in order that I could hear her and place her (Kids World can be insane with two kids going opposite directions). She did just as I asked, and I could tell she was basically directly above us, where I had expected. Suddenly I hear a mothers voice telling her "No, don't do that. Your mommy is down there. NO, Claire, wait." I realized she was talking to my daughter, Blaire, so I stated, "No she is okay". Her response, "but she's not headed towards the slide but down the ladder!" OMG! Down the ladder?! Should I call the firemen? Seriously lady? I responded, "that's fine. She can do that if she'd like." Well, Blaire, freaked out by some strange lady telling her that she was unable to do something, which mind you she has down countless times in the last 2 years without assistance, decides that maybe she can't after all. She began to get herself on the top of the ladder and went berserk! Screaming "No, I can't!" I attempted to redirect her, "Blaire, we don't say can't. It's how can I make this work?" She looked, began again, and once again freaked. After another attempt or two to reassure her, I realized that it was a lost cause, this woman had deterred her, had convinced her that she couldn't climb a ladder. Finally, I just had to remove myself from the situation and allow her to follow. We did attempt to go back, yet she still believed that she was somehow unable to climb down the ladder. She screamed some more. The woman, seeing how my daughter was reacting did apologize, "I didn't mean for that to happen." Well, then you should not have parented my child. I was close by, we were speaking to one another, she was in no immediate danger.
Another parent, seeing my daughter fall an entire 3 inches to the ground on her knees, gasped and reached for her. I was a few feet away with the other child and usually B would wipe off and get back again. Yet, because this parent was intent that my child must have terribly hurt herself, thus,B ran to me. I helped wipe her off and reassured her. Luckily, when she went back the other parent had left and B was free to continue jumping onto the rings and swing (though she started slowly) without the gasping and over reactions. Kids fall. It happens. Again, she was in no immediate danger.
So please, I beg of you, if you chose to be an overbearing, helicopter parent, that is fine, but please keep your hovering to your own child(ren). Do not condemn my children to the same fate as yours. I am happy with how we are doing over here and would like my girls to continue to be strong, willing, confident, & trusting (of their own abilities and of my parenting).
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Mommy Diaries
In the last year or so I've seen a lot of blogs and articles revolving around the idea of the mommy wars, working vs. stay at home mom. Then there is the whole US Weekly magazine grading celebrity moms based on information from a "source" or some picture the paparazzi snapped as they were trying to make a quick get away in hopes that their family could possibly have a moment of normalcy. All of this got me thinking, we need to stop. STOP looking at other moms and making judgments. STOP saying who has it harder or easier. STOP making excuses for what you do or do not do as a parent. None of us are perfect, even if we have moments of grandeur.
Entry no. 1:
My hamper is overflowing with laundry that is bordering on smelly. Today was my first shower since Sunday, which I just realize means I only went one day without...not bad, hopefully I can keep that up this week. Toys from this morning are strewn across my living room floor because I didn't have the energy to sing the clean up song and motivate everyone. Uggh, so tired of always cleaning up. Blaire went out without her hair brushed because the thought of her screeching about not wanting it brushed was enough to frazzle me so I opted out of hair brushing. I wonder if Daisy will come eat that pile of crumbs if I let it sit for two more minutes so I don't have to clean it up? I'm tired. I should probably go put on some make up, nah.
That's all the honest truth; the behind the scenes that many people don't really see. On the surface: I taught two classes this morning, Spinning and Barre, went on a quick 4 mile run, took the girls and their baby dolls out on a stroll to see the horses, showered, grocery shopped, Sloane's music class, lunch/snack with Blaire, and got both girls down for nap. This afternoon will consist of Blaire's swim lesson, girls shower, snack, cooking dinner, dinner, bedtimes. Have you graded me yet? An A for surface crap and a C for the reality.
My goal when becoming a mostly stay at home mom was that I would become super mom/super wife. I had this idea that my house would be spotless, my children always entertained with amazing activities I created, all meals home made from scratch, I'd exercise as much as always, and only have a smile on my face because this was fun and easy. Man, did I fall short of my own expectations. Then I think, well what were these expectations based upon? Who or what is a super mom? Some how between the "mommy wars", the media, and other misguided beliefs I fell into the trap that sadly many of us do, mommies or not. That there is some ideal that we need to live up to, in order to be a great mommy. Who makes us believe this crap?! A job, whether it's being a mom or working on wall street, is not always fun and is not always easy. There are times when we want to rip our hair out, scream, and possibly run the other direction. Seriously, I am jealous of my three year old because she can get away with that kind of behavior. We don't.
Entry No. 2:
Sometimes there is so much going on, that I end up in survival mode. Pick this kid up with this arm, threatening the other. YES I KNOW! Threats are stupid because we all know I would never leave my child, but right now I'm tired, I've tried everything else, and those were the words that came out of my mouth. And, well, it worked. I'm a terrible mom. Why would I ever make my kid think that I am leaving her? I'm a pro attachment parenting parent. Did I just scar my child? Will she remember that in 5, 10, 20 years? Crap. Crap, is that a bad word? Should I not say that in front of my kids? It's not like its shit or fuck. Oh, sorry.
There, that is reality. I am not a Super mom. I am not a Bad mom. I believe that I a good mom. I do my best each and every day to do what's best for my family. I exercise to keep myself healthy and sane and to give my girls a good example. I make 85% of the meals around here, mostly from scratch, but I can dial take out with the best of them. I allow my kids to be kids, get dirty, explore, have fun. I have threatened to leave my kids behind if they don't come this minute. I have cried in exhaustion. I have laughed myself to tears while playing. I have said curse words. I have tried to make them think I said something else. I am a MOM. Give me an A or an F, I don't care. Because really you are in no way grading me. You are grading some idea of what you think should be, based on something you don't even know. Until you walk a day in my shoes, maybe a week, kids know when to play good, you have no clue! Stop judging because all you are doing is creating more stress for yourself, more ideas of what you should or shouldn't be doing. Instead, bask in your moments of grandeur, hell don a cape if you'd like, and drink a glass of wine to get you through the other 95% of the time. Enjoy the parts that are enjoyable and in the rough times remember that this too shall pass, and maybe have some more wine.
Entry no. 1:
My hamper is overflowing with laundry that is bordering on smelly. Today was my first shower since Sunday, which I just realize means I only went one day without...not bad, hopefully I can keep that up this week. Toys from this morning are strewn across my living room floor because I didn't have the energy to sing the clean up song and motivate everyone. Uggh, so tired of always cleaning up. Blaire went out without her hair brushed because the thought of her screeching about not wanting it brushed was enough to frazzle me so I opted out of hair brushing. I wonder if Daisy will come eat that pile of crumbs if I let it sit for two more minutes so I don't have to clean it up? I'm tired. I should probably go put on some make up, nah.
That's all the honest truth; the behind the scenes that many people don't really see. On the surface: I taught two classes this morning, Spinning and Barre, went on a quick 4 mile run, took the girls and their baby dolls out on a stroll to see the horses, showered, grocery shopped, Sloane's music class, lunch/snack with Blaire, and got both girls down for nap. This afternoon will consist of Blaire's swim lesson, girls shower, snack, cooking dinner, dinner, bedtimes. Have you graded me yet? An A for surface crap and a C for the reality.
My goal when becoming a mostly stay at home mom was that I would become super mom/super wife. I had this idea that my house would be spotless, my children always entertained with amazing activities I created, all meals home made from scratch, I'd exercise as much as always, and only have a smile on my face because this was fun and easy. Man, did I fall short of my own expectations. Then I think, well what were these expectations based upon? Who or what is a super mom? Some how between the "mommy wars", the media, and other misguided beliefs I fell into the trap that sadly many of us do, mommies or not. That there is some ideal that we need to live up to, in order to be a great mommy. Who makes us believe this crap?! A job, whether it's being a mom or working on wall street, is not always fun and is not always easy. There are times when we want to rip our hair out, scream, and possibly run the other direction. Seriously, I am jealous of my three year old because she can get away with that kind of behavior. We don't.
Entry No. 2:
Sometimes there is so much going on, that I end up in survival mode. Pick this kid up with this arm, threatening the other. YES I KNOW! Threats are stupid because we all know I would never leave my child, but right now I'm tired, I've tried everything else, and those were the words that came out of my mouth. And, well, it worked. I'm a terrible mom. Why would I ever make my kid think that I am leaving her? I'm a pro attachment parenting parent. Did I just scar my child? Will she remember that in 5, 10, 20 years? Crap. Crap, is that a bad word? Should I not say that in front of my kids? It's not like its shit or fuck. Oh, sorry.
There, that is reality. I am not a Super mom. I am not a Bad mom. I believe that I a good mom. I do my best each and every day to do what's best for my family. I exercise to keep myself healthy and sane and to give my girls a good example. I make 85% of the meals around here, mostly from scratch, but I can dial take out with the best of them. I allow my kids to be kids, get dirty, explore, have fun. I have threatened to leave my kids behind if they don't come this minute. I have cried in exhaustion. I have laughed myself to tears while playing. I have said curse words. I have tried to make them think I said something else. I am a MOM. Give me an A or an F, I don't care. Because really you are in no way grading me. You are grading some idea of what you think should be, based on something you don't even know. Until you walk a day in my shoes, maybe a week, kids know when to play good, you have no clue! Stop judging because all you are doing is creating more stress for yourself, more ideas of what you should or shouldn't be doing. Instead, bask in your moments of grandeur, hell don a cape if you'd like, and drink a glass of wine to get you through the other 95% of the time. Enjoy the parts that are enjoyable and in the rough times remember that this too shall pass, and maybe have some more wine.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Quickie
Trained one of my favorite male clients today. Why is he a fav? He is willing to try anything and always works hard. Here are a few things we did today that make for a great quickie workout (you thought I was going to talk mommy daddy quickies, get your mind out of the gutter. Besides anyone with two kids knows that that is almost all there is so there isn't too much to tell ;))
Burpees: squat, hands down, jump (or step) feet back into a plank), push up, jump feet forward, jump (or stand) up. can hold a medicine ball if you have one (press it overhead as you stand). I'd do 5-8 at a time do 1-2 other exercises and then another set of these, completing 3-4 sets, great cardio addition
Mountain Climbers: Hold plank, pull knee across body towards opposite elbow, switch sides, repeat 10-20 per side. Can also do these pulling same knee to same elbow (Rt to Rt)
Stationary Lunges: Up and Down 15 per side
Rotational Work: Sit with knees bent feet on the floor, hinge back, rotate your torso from side to side, tapping the floor on each side (can be done holding a weight)
Plié with Lateral Bending: Stand wide, externally rotated out from hips, bend knees into a plié squat, hold. Place hands behind head, bend right elbow towards right knee, keeping upper body as upright as possible, switch to other side. Side to side 10-15 times.
Push ups: Chest and Triceps (difference is narrow hand placement, elbows go back in triceps push ups but never drop below elbow height) 10-20 each
Bicep Curls
Don;t have weights or a medicine ball? Another client of mine who was on bed rest for 10 weeks, used Soup cans! Or you can try water bottles, various sizes = various weights.
YOu can do this 1 time through or 3-4 times through, whatever you have time for, just remember the important thing is that you are moving, staying healthy, especially if you have little ones!
Burpees: squat, hands down, jump (or step) feet back into a plank), push up, jump feet forward, jump (or stand) up. can hold a medicine ball if you have one (press it overhead as you stand). I'd do 5-8 at a time do 1-2 other exercises and then another set of these, completing 3-4 sets, great cardio addition
Mountain Climbers: Hold plank, pull knee across body towards opposite elbow, switch sides, repeat 10-20 per side. Can also do these pulling same knee to same elbow (Rt to Rt)
Stationary Lunges: Up and Down 15 per side
Rotational Work: Sit with knees bent feet on the floor, hinge back, rotate your torso from side to side, tapping the floor on each side (can be done holding a weight)
Plié with Lateral Bending: Stand wide, externally rotated out from hips, bend knees into a plié squat, hold. Place hands behind head, bend right elbow towards right knee, keeping upper body as upright as possible, switch to other side. Side to side 10-15 times.
Push ups: Chest and Triceps (difference is narrow hand placement, elbows go back in triceps push ups but never drop below elbow height) 10-20 each
Bicep Curls
Don;t have weights or a medicine ball? Another client of mine who was on bed rest for 10 weeks, used Soup cans! Or you can try water bottles, various sizes = various weights.
YOu can do this 1 time through or 3-4 times through, whatever you have time for, just remember the important thing is that you are moving, staying healthy, especially if you have little ones!
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