Remember the post about bath time? If not, check it out here. Just wanted to check in and tell you that I continue to put the lesson in action. Little One took her bath tonight in the master bath. Excuse me, she took a bubble bath - or "bubby baff." Before turning on the water, I collected her diaper and jammies, my book, and pulled the rocker close enough for monitoring Little One in the tub. After she immersed herself in the tub (with my guiding hand), a stroke of genius clobbered me. Yes, sometimes it happens. I did... wait for it... calisthenics in the space in front of the tub. While Little One giggled at her brilliance in pouring water from one vessel to another, I *gasp* exercised at night. Hopefully, the extra effort will make my butt look less like a flattened pancake and more like a booty. You might like to know that the phone rang - didn't get it. Wanted a cool beverage - didn't leave to get it. Finished torturing my quads, hams, and glutes and parked the closer-to-firm toosh in the rocker and read. Bottom line, she bathed safely and supervised. And my rear got a lift.