Fifth circuit with Jillian Michaels today  and I am sweating into my eyes. Struggling to lift another rep, I hear little feet popping down the stairs and I squint my burning lids. What are those two up to?

Somehow the kids always seem to make it downstairs when I am working out. Either they ask me questions (with a more than obvious answer) like “Can I drink water?” or “Should I pick up my paints?” or they come to watch me strain and stretch until I am filled with endorphins, not impatience.

Today was a little different. I could see bare little feet from my plank position and heard cautious laughter, like something was up. As I rotated and started some crunches I saw their faces first. Smiling nervously, my daughter and my son were standing in matching ballet outfits – tutus and all. Did they possibly think I’d be angry? How could I be? Giggles filled the room. Can I freeze this moment in my brain for always?

This wonderful time when my 4 and 6 year olds actually adore playing with each other. This special time when my daughter can dress her brother up as she sees fit and he’ll enjoy it just as much? He looks so sweet in the princess and party dresses. And apparently he rocks a mean tutu!

I hope they’ll look back on these days and savor the frivolity of just being kids and friends. I know I will.