|This is the basket he sits in while watching his moooo-vie|
Today I dusted off my Pilates DVD (damn you, New Year's resolutions). I put it in the player and started the work-out. 10 minutes into it I was secretly hoping that BabyE would wake up from his nap and demand to watch his moooo-vie. No dice. The kid slept through the entire 56 minutes of his poor mommy being tortured by Ms. Windsor of Windsor Pilates. That bitch. Now my stomach hurts too much to bend over and pick BabyE up. I guess that's what he gets for not rescuing me from the DVD workout hell.