I've been getting a lot of exercise lately. I wish it would be through my gym membership, which I am still paying even though I've only gone to the gym once since ye old pulmonary event. My exercise these days comes from chasing a 19 month old who loves to take off running in the opposite direction than mommy is walking, and who thinks it's funny when I chase him down and pick him up. There's giggles and everything, and even if I say "This is not funny" when picking him up, he still does it.
Eventually I get fed up with it, because it means it takes us up to 10 minutes to walk a simple block, and I try to carry my 26 lbs. hellion. The weight of this kid himself is kind of a pain. But while his always humongous for her age big sister used to just lay against me and whine when I would take the same tactic with her (let's face it, toddlers just have a phase when they start testing their newfound freedom from adults), kid #2 is not taking it as diplomatically.
Imagine if you will, carrying a giant octopus who's very much trying to get away from your grip so they can return to their natural habitat. It should give you an idea of what it's like to carry this kid. There's kicking, screaming (very loud, in my ears, possibly on purpose), and a move I like to call "the elbow to the windpipe". It can be quite painful, and I'm not gonna lie, I've cursed like a sailor around the kid as a result sometimes. Worse, since the husband's torso is way huger than mine, he has no inkling what it's like to get elbowed in the windpipe, so he usually tells me "ow, c'mon, he's not that strong". :(
In short: the good news is that if anyone ever tries to abduct this kid, he'll put up quite a fight; the not-so-good news is that he might willingly go with a stranger just to play a prank on mom.
But at least he's keeping me from getting fat again.