i love my husband.

not just because he takes me out for pop and ice cream runs, and fills me in on all the goings on of the town, but because he takes me downstairs after the little in their beds, and we work out.

tonight was deck of death again - he hurt his leg running last night (so our run was half a run, half a walk - either way it's nice to be with him, but i was relieved to get my limping man back to the house)... anyway, we picked exercises he could do, and put on The Ultimate Fighter.  I don't find it helps me work out, but it seems to motivate T...

Finish up our workout, the boys have music on their stereo too loud, NayNay is still popping out of bed, being verbally chastened by her sister for trying to climb up into the top bunk, baby is sleeping like a tiny perfect dolly in our room, oblivious to the party surrounding her..