Work It, Baby

Hi! It's me, Elizabeth! I have some pictures to show you. I look a funny color in them because the light in the room was weird. Blame my Mommy, not me. I am perfectly normal colored. You'd think she'd never taken any pictures before.

Anyway, down to business.

Exercise is very important, you know.

I always exercise my arms and legs so that I will be healthy and have Big Muscles. When I figured out that I control my own arms last week, Mommy told me that she'd have to get me a baby gym to play with. Well, this week, she came home from her shopping trip with this:

This isn't a gym! Where are the treadmills and free weights? Where is the locker room and juice bar? How do you people expect me to get Big Muscles using this thing?

This only has hanging fish and mirrors. It looks like the magical flying fish that swim in a circle over my crib. Mommy muttered something about avoiding her no noisy toys rule by not buying batteries. I don't know what she is talking about. My point is that this is not a gym.

However, it is pretty interesting.

I figured out how to make it move by whacking my arm into the bar. Mommy keeps telling me to hit the fish directly, but I do not like to follow social conventions. I think outside the play gym, people. It also has a beach ball that I can kick with my feet. That is really fun, people! It makes a thumpy, rattley noise!

This not-a-gym is also good because it makes my friend Scrooby jealous. He puts his head sideways when Mommy squishes the fish that makes crinkly noises. He is just waiting for me to get up so that he can figure out what these fish are up to. It's mine though. I don't have to share with that small fuzzy thing.