My muscles are confused, as is our son...

Bad Mommy and Daddy. Selfish, selfish, selfish...

B and I started doing P90X. We took advantage of our vacation at the Cape as a family and spent four afternoons sweating and groaning in front of the TV, doing things that our 35-year-old bodies should not be doing...sounds kinky, but it's not.

For those not familiar with the exercise program, there are multiple DVD options that vary in length (45 minutes to an hour and a half in duration) that guide you through jump training, arm and leg strengthening, and yoga...innocuous enough, right? Not so much. Not only did our limbs and core ache for days, CR decided that ignoring him during our routine was something that he could do without. How did he show his displeasure? He stood directly in front of the toilet, lifted up the seat, pulled down his pants, and proceeded to urinate all over the floor. It was a good enough sign for B and me to stop the insanity, turn off the TV, and retire the DVDs to their case. It was a welcome accident for our muscles...