22 weeks.

I was bit late on taking last week's photo. As in, one day before it was my 23rd week. Still made it in, though!

The Bun is so cute, as usual.

We went to a restaurant after church. Have you ever been to a place that you like a lot but tend to forget about because it's out of the way? For me, that's Green Champa Garden. It's so good! But I forget about it because we live three cities over. Thank goodness, The Man remembered it and we dined there for lunch. I'm not a foodie so I don't take pictures. But if anyone is interested, we had the stuffed angel wings, Kao Nam Tod (fried rice ball salad), Pad Se-ew w/ chicken and mango w/ sticky rice. Yum, yum and YUM.
The Bun and I happily started off our lunch w/ fresh coconut juice! Well, as fresh as you can get it without being near a coconut tree:

So refreshing! And then The Man polished off the coconut meat inside. Waste not, want not!

I have to give huge kudos to The Man. He's a fantastic daddy. The Bun wanted to play pretend so he drew all sorts of things for her and cut them out. Money, credit cards and this one below:

An iPhone! That's her photo and he drew & cut out another phone w/ his face on it.

Truly blessed to have a man who is a good husband and a good father. I especially appreciate his skills when I'm pooped and he volunteers to entertain The Bun while I rest.

Do you speak Apple? Specifically, iPhone?

Then this post is for you. If you don't speak Apple at all, it's going to be a lot of gibberish to you. I'm not fluent but I'm passable. Just thought I'd throw out that warning.

Holy expletive. I made things go from bad to worse in less than an hour. It all started last night with The Man asking me if I was deleting photos on our photo stream. Even though there is a warning: 

for some reason, like an idiot, I thought that when I deleted items from the photo stream, it was only my iPhone and iPad affected. Somehow, I thought Apple knew which devices were mine and which were The Man's. In my argument, Apple is super duper smart and the devices are in different owner's names so I really thought I was fine.

Well, The Man uses his phone for work. He uses the photo capability in particular because he's able to take photos instead of make copies of receipts, work order forms and document his work in progress. Imagine my surprise when I find out that instead of using his Camera Roll, he stored these photos in the Photo Stream. And I had been deleting them. All the meanwhile, he had been deleting his photos on the Camera Roll to gain memory space.

Ay-yi-yi.

When we realized what each other was doing, I could tell he was upset. Even though he never said it, he probably wondered what the hell I was thinking. I told him that I was going to work on retrieving them by restoring my phone to an earlier back up date. After another "I'm sorry", I went downstairs to figure it out. I had no idea how to do it because I hardly used our Mac but, by golly, I had (half a) brain and Google so I would figure it out.

I spent about 20 minutes just trying to figure out how to access the back up in iTunes by way of Google. Another 20 minutes passed and realizing that I needed to plug my phone into the computer, I figured out how to access my back up history. I saw that my phone had been backed up through hard-wire back in 2011 but there one back up through iCloud from just yesterday. Perfect!

Then disaster hit.

I don't know what wrong button I pressed but I clearly hit something terribly wrong because instead of restoring to the back up from yesterday, my phone goes back to its 2011 self. Actually, I was using an iPhone 4 at the time so it was more than father version of it. I was worried but then thought, "No problem, ElleDee. Just go back and restore it again, this time pressing whatever correct button I missed and put it back in its 2014 glory."

When I went to Settings and then iCloud, my phone asked for my AppleID password. For the AppleID from 2011. That's right, we use a different one now. I thought it was one of my go to passwords. None of them worked. I was getting flustered and thought I'd just reset the whole damn thing. Evidently, I used a different 4-digit passcode for the phone lock because when it prompted me to enter it, the one I now used was incorrect. To add to the pressure, it also said:



Oh. My. Gawd.

At this point, I felt like my phone turned on me. What the EFF was I going to do? I went from accidentally deleting photos (which is bad enough because they weren't mine) to my phone being stuck in 2011 and me not remembering my password or passcode. In order for me to try to reset it by computer, I had to turn off the "Find my iPhone" feature which, guess what? Needs my AppleID password.

Are you EFFIN' KIDDING ME?

I had just taken a shower and it was also a cold night and I was sweating. "Forget this," I thought. It was time to call Apple Tech Support. Hell, that time had come and went about 40 minutes ago. So I called. And they were closed. To appease the crazies like me, the website did offer the ability to schedule an appointment the next day. I took one of the earliest appointments available - at 5:15 AM. I could have probably taken an even earlier appointment (I believe the hotline opened at 4 AM, PST) but I didn't want to risk oversleeping. Silly me, though, I wouldn't get a good night's sleep. Yup, I was too anxious and worried that I had created a clusterf*ck so big that it was either going to cost me a lot of money to fix or, worse yet, I would have to schedule an appointment at the Apple Store. I HATE going to the Apple Store.

I should note that when I went upstairs for the night, The Man didn't give me a hard time. In fact, he looked sympathetic. I had to ask him if I could borrow his phone so I could use it while talking to Apple Tech Support since mine would be tied up and we didn't have a house line. I also looked like I had a bad day, I'm sure.

I woke up the same time as The Man which was around 4:00 AM. I decided to just get up and get ready for work so that I would as much time as possible with tech support. If there's one thing I know it's that fixing technical issues takes a lot more time than it did to get into the predicament. As luck would have it, this was also the day I had to be at work much earlier for a 7:30 AM meeting.

I waited until 5:18 AM (my appointment was at 5:15 AM) for Apple to call me. That's right, I let three minutes pass before I said to myself, "Oh no. You better call the hotline and get this going!" Apple has a pretty decent prompt menu which got me to a technician rather quickly. I won't get into the nitty gritty details because this is probably already too boring. We were on the phone for an hour, the tech having me try various ways to get around the old AppleID because there was no way for him to reset the password. We hit two or three roadblocks before he figured out a work around. Bless his heart, he figured out a way to get my current AppleID back onto my phone! There's no way I could have done it by myself because he himself had to try multiple methods before getting to this point. Then there were still roadblocks to restore my phone. In fact, he couldn't do it straight from there. We had to wipe my phone clean, add my AppleID, and, yup! You guessed it. Another roadblock! But this tech was persistent. He had me try a couple of things and he discovered another workaround for this new issue. In the end, he was able to restore my phone to its 2014 self.

I was so thankful to him. Halfway through the process, the tech sounded like he was giving me multiple steps because he was going to get off the phone with me. I asked him to PLEASE stay on the phone with me and that I would pay the fee they charged since my phone was out of warranty. But I knew that my phone would turn on me once he got off the line with me and I would be stuck. The tech laughed and stuck it out until it looked like I was out of the weeds. For an entire hour. Then he didn't charge me. That's right. After being on the line with me for a whole hour about a phone out of warranty, he didn't charge me for his services. I had to rave about Apple Tech Service's customer service. I told him I would be happy to fill out any survey to say how awesome he was and I also sang Apple's praises on my Facebook page. Seriously, the technician was patient, helpful, resolved my issue and didn't charge me. Wow.

What about those pictures, you ask. Well, the tech shared with me this bit of news which I can't believe The Man and I hadn't figured out ourselves. Although The Man uses the photo stream feature far more than I, I do have it on my phone and so you would have thought one of us would have realized this. When I told the tech what had started the whole clusterf*ck, he said that the photo stream is a temporary folder. I explained to him that The Man used it to create space on his Camera Roll and memory space on his phone. The tech said that he needed to switch it - The Man needed to save photos on his Camera Roll or, to save space, save it on the computer. Although that doesn't help a lick w/ recovering the photos I had deleted, at least we know what to do moving forward. And I have my beloved phone back in its pristine condition.

Yes, I came to the realization that I am uber-dependent on my iPhone. You've hooked me, Apple!

From your friendly Bean Finder

You've heard of a bean counter, right? I'm the person that gets the beans for that person to count.
 I've chosen a career in the non-profit sector as a fundraiser. My fancy title is "development officer" but what I do is find beans. Well, I find the money to fund a cause and/or mission. In the past, I've raised money to subsidize programs like a cancer survivor rehab program, youth camps, mental health programs and un-glamorous but necessarily things like balancing the budget. In my most recent previous job, I raised money to fund life-saving heart research. Now I raise money for financial aid and scholarships so families who wouldn't otherwise be able to afford it can send their student to an excellent college preparatory high school. (So excellent that I would send my own child to this school.)
As with all in industries, there are specific experiences non-profit professionals endure that can be frustrating or annoying. I find humor to be the best therapy because, in the end, I love what I do. Thankfully, there is are others who feel the same way and have dedicated a website to it. For instance:

WHEN A CONFERENCE STARTS THE MORNING KEYNOTE AT  8:30 AM-

(Click the photo for more of these gems.)

This website sends me weekly emails to share the top posts of the previous week and it's just about the perfect way to start my Monday morning. Thanks, writers of "When You Work At A Non-Profit" for putting a smile on my face.

21 weeks, flying, crying, teas and parties (not all together)

I'm more than half way there!
First thing first: the 21 weeks photos ...

The dress is a flattering cut. My bump is more substantial than this.

See? And here is my cutie pie, honey bun. 

She is going to be a great big sister. She is already so excited to be one! I think being in preschool helps a lot because there are many kids her age who have siblings. They are either in the day care area of the school or The Bun sees their baby brothers & sisters when the parent is picking up her classmate. She pats my bump often or gives it a kiss and softly says, "Hi baby brother!" It's heart warming, truly.

So the flying! Although I'm no stranger to flying, this was the first time I flew in a privately owned plane. I've flown in a small two-seater plane before when I was in college (a classmate invited me to fly with him as a birthday present) but my first time flying in a plane in which the pilot was also the owner. Technically, my boss also owns the plane. I know, right?

We wanted to meet with a donor but found out that she doesn't drive long distances. Our donor also said she would probably never have an opportunity to visit the school and go on a tour because she had no reason to come out to the Bay Area. After talking to my boss, we decided it was worth the four-hour round trip drive to visit this person. One week out, my boss asks me if I would be willing to ride in her husband's plane instead. Since I would have been the one to drive, I was all for it! And yes, my boss is kind of a bad ass. I don't run in the type of circles in which people have their own planes so this was a welcomed new experience!

The Man, on the other hand, was a little apprehensive. He didn't want to stop me but he just wasn't so keen. In fact, the day before, he asked me if I would be wearing a parachute. I totally get it - he had two family members to worry about on this plane ride! Lucky for all of us, I/we got home safe and sound.

Evidently you can leave your iPhone on during these type of planes. So I took photos!

We were 7,000 feet in the air, somewhere over the Central Valley.

As exciting as it is, I could have fallen asleep. I'm glad I didn't, though. The pilot/boss's husband is very proud of his plane and I wouldn't want him to misinterpret my nap for disinterest.

Snuck in a selfie. Least, I think I did! Or I geeked out in front of my boss and boss' husband.

Another thing fun thing I got to do was have tea with The Bun and two of my best friends, one of which also brought her baby girl. A fellow little for The Bun! I hope they become future best friends. Then I could hang out with my friend almost as much as I did in my 20s;) We tried doing Hawaii with the littles but it's quite a different experience than when we went on our own, PM (pre-Mamahood).

Our best friend spoiling our daughters with cute outfits and accessories.

The next day we went to a 1 year old birthday party. I must say, childrens' birthday parties are a lot more fun when you have a little of your own. The birthday boy had a photo booth so of course we had to partake in the fun! 

The Man & The Bun are so stinkin' cute. All we needed were the pups.

He also had face painting at his party! Always a fan favorite. The face painter was really sweet but kind of on the slow side. The Bun was #12 and she was only on #4 when we got her number! We wanted to leave the party earlier (I was pooped) but The Bun was waiting so patiently and sweetly for her turn. I tried to talk her into letting Daddy paint her face when we got home but she pointed out that we didn't have the same face paints. Drat. So we sat down and waited. And waited. When the painter said #8 and no child came up, she had mercy upon us and let The Bun have her turn. Thanks be because I thought we were closing out the joint since more than half the party goers already left.

So sweet.

Ah, the crying. Something new that's happened this week is that The Bun is getting a little weepy when she and I part ways. I do the drop offs in the morning and have been doing this since I returned to work over four years ago. Saying goodbye is nothing new. If she ever got weepy about it, it was usually with her Daddy because 1) it's out of routine for him to do a drop off and 2) she's Daddy's little girl. But these past two days, she has silently cried when we say goodbye. On one hand, I'm touched because she just doesn't do that. On the other, I don't want my baby girl to be sad! 

We usually have fun goodbyes, especially at preschool because we shake our booties at each other and blow kisses. It really makes me laugh. But yesterday, my mom said she was surprised to look in the backseat of her car and see The Bun in tears when my parents took her home. She said she wanted her mommy:( 

Then today, when I dropped her off at preschool, she looked so sad after our hug. I gave her extra hugs and kisses, telling her I would see her soon. I tried to get her to do our standard goodbye through the patio door but she just looked sad.  My mom thinks she's grown more attached because it's not just me, it's me and baby brother. Maybe that's it but I hope it doesn't last. As much as I love that she misses me, I want my girl to be happy.

I'm looking forward to Spring Break. We'll get to enjoy each other's company, maybe explore some fun parks and just get to hang out. We're due for some Mama-Bun bonding time<3

20 weeks, tired but happy!

I'm glad that I'm blogging again. Even though it feels like I've been pregnant forrrrrr-everrrrr, it's just been five months. And being able to write "20 weeks" helps me realize that, in some ways, time is just flying by! The Man and I recently discussed how we have five months left to get the house in order for our new little one IF he comes on time. Realistically, we should make our deadline be four months from now. THAT makes me also feel like time is flying by.

Obligatory status update photo. I wasn't going to do these but they're so much fun w/ The Bun:)

She is so darn cute!

These photos bring me joy ... but they also make me a wee bit scared. If I'm not careful, my belly will double this size! By "careful", I mean eating better and eating only to provide nutrients for The Bean and me unlike what I'm doing right now - forgetting everything I learned about eating healthy and eating a ton of crap!
I will say, though, that after a weekend (OK, and Monday) of debauchery, I've bulked up on my veggies intake again. I've been making morning smoothies with lots of spinach as well as making sure my lunches have veggies, too. The Man and I know we need to eat better but it's been a struggle. We're so tired when we get home and the thought of preparing a meal is daunting. It's much easier to buy our dinner ... just not nearly as good for us:( Again, a work in progress.

In fact, here we are at a restaurant! Thankfully, this one served delicious and nutritious food. I wish restaurants in our area were like this. We live in a great family friendly area that is, unfortunately, also home to chain and greasy spoon restaurants.

Something that I'm proud to write is that I am getting my exercise. I have a boss who is an exercise addict. I wish that was my addiction! Boss needs to get some exercise each day or else she goes crazy (her words, not mine.) She likes to walk around the track where we work and I tag along with her so I can get moving. Working with someone who does this is very motivational because I most likely wouldn't take the time to do it on my own. So anywhere between three to five times a week, we briskly walk two miles. She is taller than me with a long stride which works in my favor because these walks make me hustle! I feel really good after these walks because I know I'm doing something very healthy for the baby and me.

The other thing I'm doing happens less frequently but we're trying our best to make it part of our routine. My high school best friend and I try to get together every Sunday around 6:00 or 7:00 AM to walk around the neighborhood lake. It's about five miles and takes one and a half to two hours! Sometimes we can't get together because one of us is out of town, or we have prior family commitments, or a parent or kiddo is sick (she has three!) But we try our best and I love these walks. This week, we're going to mix it up and rent a peddle boat. We're pretty excited! We'll probably only do this every once in a while since it costs money to rent and walking is free:)
They say (books, doctors and such) that I should have a burst of energy in the second trimester. I can't say that's the case for me. I've been really tired when I get home! I'm blessed to have an understanding hubby and kiddo who allow me to pass out when it's absolutely necessary - it happens once or twice during the work week. On the weekends, I am beat! It's as if I used all the energy I have at work and my battery is just drained on the weekends. Other than being tired, though, I'm thankful to have an easy-going pregnancy.
I'm even more thankful that everything looks great with Coffee Bean. I didn't want to discuss it but we had a small scare during my extensive ultrasound appointment two Sundays ago. It was with a technician so he could capture the baby and my uterus at various angles. At the end, he told us that he saw something very common in ultrasounds (he said, for him, 1-in-20 is pretty common). It was a very long medical term but in it was "cyst" and "neurological". The technician reassured us that he didn't see other factors that would lead him to believe that this was anything to be alarmed about but the hospital is very thorough so he needed to alert my doctor, even though it probably wasn't anything at all.
Well, we all know that "cyst" and "neurological" is pretty alarming. But he was so sure of himself that The Man and I figured we will try to not give it a second thought until our doctor told us anything further. Thankfully, when I saw my doctor earlier this week, she said The Bean looks perfect. I asked her about what the tech has mentioned and she said she consulted two specialists and they both said there was no cause for alarm. Phew! We were extremely happy to hear that.
It's crazy to think that women have been giving birth since the dawn of time yet there are so many unknown factors. All we can do is pray and hope for the physical and mental health of our babies.

19 weeks (I'm a week behind)

The girl loves herself some tiara action.

My hair is messy but she's too cute in the photo so I had to post it.

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19 week update and a mama's love ... and anxiety

I mean to post on Monday and time just got away from me. Now it's Friday!
First thing's first. Here are some ultrasound photos of The Bean:

Left foot

Cutest profile I've seen since 2009;)

Confirmation that The Bean is a BOY. Confused by all the shapes? Then just believe me, he's a HE.

As for The Bun, well, we're approaching yet another milestone - KINDERGARTEN. Specifically, Transitional Kindergarten because she doesn't turn 5 years old until October. We moved to our new home (downsized yet paid more) because we are now in a great school district. The designated home school is one of the best in this district. The good news is that The Bun is guaranteed a spot in TK. The part that gives me anxiety is that we don't know if she will be put in the morning or afternoon program. Morning is extremely popular because parents who work (like us!) prefer that program. Figuring out after school child care is a lot easier than figuring out where to have her before school and who's going to pick her up after school because she'll get out early afternoon.
I'm a planner. I may not be as organized as my more savvy Type-A sisters but I'm a planner, nevertheless. If there was a way I could make sure she got into morning TK, I would do it. But it appears that this decision is done in an arbitrary fashion. I did my best to get her ahead of the crowd - I enrolled her online as soon as it became available to us. I then called the school (rather than waiting for them to call me) to schedule an appointment to finish the enrollment in person, as specified by the district. But it doesn't matter. A kid who registers months later could be put in the morning while The Bun could be placed in the afternoon class. I know we could figure it out if we had to but I don't want to struggle if at all necessary!
Anyway, I completed her enrollment the first day we were allowed. Now I wait until May (seriously?!) to find out what class my baby is in. Sure, some people can easily say not to worry about it, it's out of my hands. I certainly don't let it keep me up at night but I'm a) a planner and b) a person who digs immediate gratification. The fact that I can't relax knowing we're good to go because she's been assigned to the morning class NOR do I have confirmation that I must plan for the fall if she gets put in the afternoon class drives me crazy. I can't just call day care providers and put her on a waiting list that requires a deposit unless I know for sure. Oh, you bet that I'm c) I'm very impatient.
Yes, yes, it will all work out. It always does. I would just rather know NOW.
I figured out a long time ago that this is part of the joys of motherhood. Oh, sure, life is definitely unpredictable. But nothing jarred my way of thinking, making me realize that I have very little control of my life and that there is not enough planning in the world until I had a baby.
Very little control. Like, itty bitty. If that.

3 hour yoga workshop. Ommmmmm, yes!

A few weeks ago, I signed up for a yoga workshop because I very much adore Sparkle, one of the yoga teachers heading it up. I asked if it was OK for pregnant women and she assured me that it would be just fine:

Yesterday, I was feeling tired. I don't really get to rest during the week because I work full-time so I'm exceptionally lazy on the weekends. I was almost dreading going to this workshop because it was three hours. Of course, the fact that I already paid was incentive enough to get my rear end out the door. Unfortunately, I wrote down the wrong location - this yoga studio has three of them. I got to the wrong location with nine minutes to spare, only to be told that it would take 15 minutes to get to the correct location. *Forehead slap*
I was anxious because it was across town but, remembering this was a YOGA workshop, I tried not to get myself worked up. I got there about 10 minutes late.
And then I needed to park.
I'm an East Bay gal to the bone but I have to admit, I have a preference for San Francisco over Oakland. It irritates me whenever I experience things I'll accept/forgive in SF but I think are totally unacceptable for Oakland. I still view it as the 'burbs (albeit it "urban") and not metropolitan, like SF. I mean, it totally is a bustling big city but this is the mindset I have so there it is. Anyway, whenever there is NO PARKING in Oakland, I get pissy.
Well, there was no parking. I circled for about 10 minutes and came upon a spot. I still managed to stay calm because, I figure, I can't be the only one who experienced this and it is a three hour workshop, after all!
I walk quickly (AKA haul ass) in the rain to the yoga studio. The front desk gal was friendly but quickly became dismayed when I told her I was there for the workshop.
"I'm sorry but we have a 10 minute policy and it's well over 10 minutes."
OK, I admit, I panicked.
"I totally understand but I went to the wrong location." Realizing that it wasn't a good enough excuse, I hurriedly added, "I got here as fast as I could. I came all the way from Castro Valley for Sparkle." I whined.
I know, whining hardly every wins. I was ready to throw in the pregnancy card, too. I mean, can you imagine? After all this I get turned away and you know for dang sure I wasn't going to get a refund. I had to try it all.
The front desk gal checked her list again and asked me for my name. I gave it and she scanned one more time, having not found me her first two glances. Then she realized I was the only person highlighted because EVERYONE else showed up early or on time, like they were supposed to. Bless this gal, she has mercy on me and told me to go ahead.
I was seriously the last one to arrive. I've never been put in this position before. Truly, I've always shown up early. I think in all the time I've gone to yoga, nearly ten years, I've been late maybe twice. But I've never been this late before. I was the gal I despised (unyoga-like, I know but I'm being honest here) - I showed up late, caused a ruckus even though I tried my hardest to be quiet and people who showed up early had to move their mats to make room for me. Oh, deaaaaarrrrrr.
But my yoga teacher was so sweet. Luckily she saw me right away and cleared a spot. She also rustled up the remaining props because most were all out but the ones they has a surplus in she made sure I received. She also made sure the other teacher knew I was pregnant so she could give me adapted poses.
It was a very cool workshop. The Man was worried I would be exhausted from a three hour workshop and, frankly, I was also wondering about my stamina. But my yoga teacher was right - it was a perfect workshop for me. Very chill and the whole point was to relax and restore ourselves. While I didn't get to partake in everything because of pregnancy limitations, it was still pretty awesome. I definitely want to do this type of workshop again, post-baby. I left feeling refreshed and thankful - Thankful to my yoga teacher and her partner for the evening, thankful to The Man for letting me take the time to go to a long workshop, thankful to live in a place that has these kind of offerings and just thankful, in general. That's one of the reasons why I love yoga and this teacher, in particular. I leave yoga classes with gratitude in my heart. It's quite lovely. It also helps me find balance against all those times I feel anxious or in a hurry, which is more often than I would like.
I want to be healthier. As I mentioned in my previous post, I seem to have picked up my old nasty habit of inhaling everything, particularly food that is j-u-n-k. And that's the only time when I believe I'm eating for two - that I need to stop being selfish and eat healthy because this little boy needs nourishment! Coffee Bean also needs me to kick up my exercise game.
Even though I was also pooped today I took up The Bun's offer to go for a walk. See, I love walks but she doesn't last for very long and doesn't walk very fast. We live in a beautiful area but it doesn't make for ideal exploring for a toddler. I would love to let her meander but we don't have sidewalks. It can be a little dangerous. But today she told me she wanted to take the stroller. Let me just say that this is a rare occurrence because as soon as The Bun could walk, she resisted the stroller. We've been without it for so long that we don't ever pack it, even when we know we're going to walk long distances! She would prefer her dad's shoulders to a stroller. So when she said she would ride in the stroller, I took her up on it!
Poor pups, they have lacked exercise too because of their mama:( I was sick, then it got to be very cold and now it's wet and I'm often tuckered out. They haven't had their frequent walks in months, just getting it sporadically now. They were overjoyed to go on a walking adventure, even if it meant being tethered to an ominous stroller. (It really isn't, it's just that if they don't watch where they're going, they get nicked in the hind legs with a tire. No one ever gets run over but I suppose it's a threatening object to them.)
It was already 5:00 PM so the sun was in it's last stages but we got in a good 45 minute walk. It was so nice to get out in the sunshine and it made me remember how great I felt when I would do this simple deed. I walked until the sun started to go down - again, having no sidewalks is a downer for our otherwise lovely neighborhood so it's always better to walk when it's bright out, especially with a kiddo and two pups.

Here's a photo I snapped of me and my little. I hope we can make this a tradition! We live on a hillside so pushing her totally kicked my bum. Even though it was cool I worked up a sweat! Very good exercise for this mama and I want to get this on our schedule. It's just so hard to do during the week because by the time we get home, it's getting dark. I'm looking forward to the days getting longer and we can do a lot more after work because the sun is out. Thankful that she had a good time, though, and I'm hoping she will want to do this again and again.