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I’m sure you’ve asked yourself that question before. If you’re married, you’ve probably asked your spouse.

“I’d take a cruise around the world.”

“I’d buy a vintage ’69 Mustang.”

“I’d add a new deck with a hot tub to the backyard.”

Those are all nice things, but the answers you and your significant other give has a lot to say about you and your relationship.

Take me and The Doc, for example.

Yesterday we spent several hours doing yard work. The Doc broke out the chainsaw and trimmed several branches off of the trees. He mowed the grass (which I don’t see as work since he’s riding on a mower; it looks like fun more than it looks like work…). Meanwhile, I was tossing all of the limbs into a fire pit to burn and also using loppers to cut about 1000 honey suckle sprouts from around a nearby tree.

Do you know which muscles you use lopping? Those little ones right in front of your arm pits? Okay, maybe they aren’t so little. I just asked The Doc to clarify for me what is hurting so much right now and he said they are my pectoralis majors. Maybe it’s just my pecs that are so little!

Anyway, I digress. Back to the point at hand.

After lopping about 1000 suckers that were anywhere widths ranging from the size of a pencil to thicker than the lopper handles, I was sore. And when I’m sore, I’m not happy.

The Doc came over to admire my work. I told him that I was most definitely not built for manual labor.

His response?

“That’s why I can’t wait until we have a lot of money, so we can have a bunch of gym equipment that you can use so you won’t be sore when you do yard work.”

Hmmm. Really? That’s what he would do?

Not me.

I stood up and responded:

“Yeah, well I was thinking that when we have a lot of money, I can hire someone to do the yard work while I sit back and watch. Someone named Juan Miguel who is around 22 would be nice.”

See? It’s those little differences that make marriage so special.

The wee beasts were scheduled to be home with me yesterday so I looked up some activities we could do together to get out of the house. (Big thanks to the calendar on KCparent.com!)

I found two adventures with potential: bowling and rollerskating. The boys unanimously (small miracle) chose rollerskating. So off we went.

They were so excited. They actually ate breakfast in a hurry, helped clean up, got dressed and were ready to go an hour early. When was the last time that ever happened? Oh, never. Right. This clearly was a big deal to them.

On the way, I gave the required Mommy lecture/pep talk. “Ok, boys. Skating is hard. It’s take a LOT of practice and you are going to fall down a lot today. A LOT. Can I say that to you again? You are going to fall down a lot. But just like learning to use a spoon, to button your shirts, or to brush your teeth, you have to keep trying and practice. Then you’ll get better and be skating like a champ. Ok? Everyone ready to fall down and then get up and try again?!”

They said they understood. Uh huh.

The wee beasts on rollerskates

Ready to roll!

Standing, let me repeat…standing…on carpet. Not so bad. The beasts are all smiles. I repeat my lecture/pep talk.

After a little practice on the carpet, it was time to hit the big white, shiny, slick floor. But they were BIG and didn’t want to hold my hand.

Uh Oh.

Big A falling down rollerskating

And Big A is down!

Little A falling down rollerskating

Little A following in big brother's skate steps

Big A was a little miffed that everyone else was staying on their feet. But he was a champ and must have actually paid attention to the lecture/pep talk.

Big A trying to get back up on his rollerskates

You can do it, Big A!

But Little A is a bit more melodramatic.

Little A is dramatic after falling while skating

"My legs don't work, Mommy."

Big A was trying so hard. And one of the skating rink employees noticed. He decided to give Big A a little tutorial right there on the spot.

Big A getting advice on how to skate

Big A took his lesson very seriously

And before long…

Big A successfully skating

Big A on the move!

I couldn’t even get him in focus because he was skating so well and wouldn’t slow down. (Of course, none of these pics are great because they were from my phone and the beasts wouldn’t stay still.)

Little A started to do a little better, but he was determined not to show it. When he was looking down…

Little A hiding a smile

"Don't tell anyone I'm having fun."

He had a little smile. But when I would ask him to look up for a picture…

Little A pouting on rollerskates

"No, I'm not having fun."

The lip came out. What lip? Can’t see it in the blur?

Don’t worry. He wore it for about 20 minutes to be sure I had a chance to notice it.

Little A with a big pout

"Can you see my lip now?"

In the end, neither wanted to go home. Big A announced that he wanted to live at the skating rink from now on so he would never have to leave. Little A didn’t want to leave either, but he only said it in a whisper so as to not completely shatter his woeful persona.

I, however, was happy to have the 90 minute workout session over. You see, I only took pictures for about 5 minutes. For the first hour — that’s 60 loooooooooong minutes, people! — I was in between them holding their hands (after the first “Leave me alone, Mommy” spills) and trying to hold them up. My biceps were burning! Seriously.

This is what I looked like before yesterday morning.

Small biceps

Not too shabby

This is today.

Huge biceps

Check out my new guns

No steroids needed. Just Tots on Wheels.

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