Workin' on our fitness

Mike and I gave into the hype and bought something off an infomercial.  We are tired of being fat, jiggly, weak, fat, and tired (did I mention fat?) and are the proud new owners of . . . wait for it . . . P90X and a doorway pull up bar.  The pull up bar is in the door between the kitchen and the pantry so we can look at all the junk food we shouldn't eat while burning calories and building muscle (or giving yourself a back cramp, depending on who's doing the pull up).  Just in the past week of having it in the kitchen, Mike has gone from doing three sad pull ups to five in a row.  I, on the other hand, can only pull myself up a mere inch or two before I feel like my biceps are going to explode.  We haven't officially started the P90X workouts yet, although we watched the introduction DVD last night while eating frozen yogurt.  :)

Baxter has been especially intrigued by our sudden feats of athleticism and tries to copy what we're doing.  I took a video of him tonight "working out" with Mike,  I dubbed it "P90Bax".

Holiday picture recap

Here are those pictures that I said I would upload many posts ago.  Let's go through them, shall we?  I'm honestly not even sure if these are good pictures because they were too small to tell in thumbnail form when I selected them.  Hey, it's better than nothing, right?

These are from our trip to Maris Farms in October.  I'd heard stories about how great of a pumpkin patch it was, and after stepping into the gates, I told Michael it was like the Disneyland of pumpkin farms.  They had rides, animals, corn mazes, pumpkins, and a whole lot more.

Here's Mike going down the bumpiest slide ever.  Although he's smiling in this picture, he was a little numb in the butt  after going down the slide.  Baxter wanted to go again, but Daddy couldn't handle another trip down the PVC pipes.

How tall this fall?  If you count the garden gnome hat,  2'10".

Obligatory hay and pumpkin shot.

Playing in chicken feed or something like that.

These next few shots are from Baxter's first birthday party.  We had a small gathering at our house with family.  Baxter even walked his first couple steps at the party!

Yummy strawberry cream cake from Susanne's Bakery in downtown Gig Harbor.

It was a big hit with all the guests, and the guest of honor.  He ate his whole huge slice!

Bax looooves his ballpit!

He loves dumping all the balls out and flipping it on it's side even more.  And mommy loves picking up all 150 balls every. single. day.

 Christmas was spent with the Baloghs this year, and Bax had fun playing with his cousins from Portland and San Marcos.  We spent some time at Discovery Village in Gig Harbor and all the kids had a blast.

Kate and Quinn got Bax this cool crash cart! It has clicking defib pads and everything!

The younger Baloghs at Discovery Village.

And the Oscar goes to...

Someone has learned how to throw temper tantrums.  Before, when Sir Baxter was displeased, he let his servants (me and Mike) know by putting on his pouty face.  These days, the pouty face is accompanied by a sudden flop to the ground and hysterical crying.  Sir Baxter usually doesn't pay any attention to any furniture around him when he goes into status dramaticus, which can sometimes lead to a bonked head/lip/whatever, resulting in real crying.  Probably the only thing he makes note of before collapsing is whether or not he's on carpet.  We've seen him start to fuss, look down and see he's on the kitchen floor, then walk over to the edge where the carpet starts and then fall over.