On Sunday, I decided to do Pilates at home.  My beloved agreed to watch the little angel so she wouldn't kill herself while I was preoccupied. Of course, to him this means trying to read the paper the entire day while I watch the little angel instead, growing more and more agitated with every thump I hear as he moves toward her guided by hearing alone, unable to rip his eyes from the sports section.

I have a bad cold (wah), and I thought a little exercise and stretching might make at least the body aches feel better.  I know this sounds counter-intuitive, but it has worked for me before.   

The first part of the tape was "core conditioning."  This involves laying down on the floor and moving your legs around while keeping your torso flat.  It's pretty painful, but wickedly effective.  So I laid down on the floor, raised my feet, turned them out, and started pumping my arms vigorously in a move called "the hundred."  All of the sudden, I heard my beloved laughing.  I looked over, and there was the little angel, feet in the air, rocking back and forth as she tried to pump her arms, whoosh-whooshing with her mouth as she went along.

I think she's ready for ballet.