Drop and give me twenty!

Someone I knew and liked who worked at our weight lifting joint until the recent take over by young arrogant guys had told me she would come over to set up a program for my mother. She brought her seven month old baby boy along, and he sat and gurgled and cooed and inspected his fingers for most of an hour while she got the training program going. Mellow baby; I didn't know they actually existed beyond rumors. The workout seemed to be good, so we'll have more to focus on as gray winter drifts in.