We are still at it. I can proudly say that niether of us have missed a day of P90X, yet. The kids are getting used to seeing me jumping around in front of the TV. The little guy will get in there and do it, too. It's pretty cute. He was being a terror while I was doing the yoga work-out on Friday, which is challenging when you don't have a four year old running back and forth under your downward dogs that you hold for the longest 5 breaths in existence. I have to say his form is great, though. I'm jealous.
Keepin' on truckin'!