My kids don’t go to the gym with me, however, on top of gym time I usually do some beach body workouts when I have the time. I’ve been doing turbo fire quite a bit this year and decided to switch it up and try my Brazil Butt Lift program. It’s been gathering quite a bit of dust in my closet for the better part of 4 years so it was time to get these muscles burning.
Ive been doing a workout every morning this week and the boys were joining in until they decided it was much too difficult. Now they prefer watching. After listening to their commentary I thought it would be funny to share.
Side note:In Brazil they call the butt “Bum Bum” pronounced Boom Boom. So throughout the dvd they say “Bum Bum” probably 100 times.
The other day, Mason was doing some lunges with me and kept convulsing into laughter. Logan, who was taking this whole thing rather seriously, was trying to perfect his form and kept telling Mason, “You’re breaking my concentration, Mason!” This led to more laughter from Mason and he literally fell over at one point. I finally caught my breath and asked Mason what was so funny….”Mom, they keep saying boom boom.” (and he convulses into more giggles) This went on for about 3 more minutes before Mason decided he had had enough. He finally said, “Ugh….if they say boom boom one more time I’m gonna die.” To which Logan replied, “Good then maybe I can concentrate!” (yes, they really do love each other)
Meanwhile, the next two days I woke up and could hardly move. I have had serious thigh injuries from working out before so I really do try to be careful. I could still walk but barely. Getting on and off the toilet was interesting and going up and down the stairs looked more like a circus act than a young 27 year old. Yikes! At one point I was walking down the stairs, was about 3 minutes into the adventure, and hissing through the pain when Logan said, “Don’t worry Mom. You’re gonna have a nice booty!” I nearly fell down in laughter and asked where he had heard that and he replied, “The boom boom guy said so. All he talks about is butt.” (Well at least he is learning something this summer)
Yesterday, I was literally dying and sweating like a pig when Logan decided to be my cheerleader. I was about to punch the TV in the face and Logan was like, “Keep breathing, Mom. You can do it. Just keep breathing. Lower Mom….like that lady on there. Wait…Mom I don’t think that’s quite right. Hmm….you don’t look as good as that lady. Keep going Mom. Don’t give up!” (I nearly killed him from the comparison to the stunningly gorgeous lady on TV…little brat) I refrained until Mason asked, “Mom why doesn’t your belly look like theirs? Yours is more squishy!” (oh if looks could kill)
During that same workout, Gavin was eating and started screaming because he had thrown his milk on the floor… for the 5th time. I ran over to assist and forgot to hit pause. Mason came running over (not to help) but to say, “Momma, Momma! I see what you’re doing.” I said, “What’s that?” and he goes, “You’re letting the time run off during the hard part so you don’t have to do it. Mommy you are soooo soooo smart. I guess that’s why I’m smart, cause yous smart.” I started to laugh and said, “Well letting the time run down isn’t really helping my muscles get stronger.” to which he replied, “Silly mommy, we don’t care about muscles just the boom boom.” (yup, typical male)
I jump back into the workout (now that the hard part has past….busted) and try to remember that no matter what comes out of the mouths of babes, I’m setting a good example by working in some physical fitness. About the time I come to terms with that I go down for a deep squat and my husband (who appeared out of nowhere) slaps me on the butt and says, “Work it Momma” with a whistle to go with it. I then realize my boys are doomed (as they convulse into giggles and Gavin throws his milk on the floor again)
Since no post is complete without a cute picture of baby rolls. Here is one to make your day better!