Ok, so I've been slacking on the blog. The excuses are endless.....It's tax season (and I work in a tax office), I have a busy 3 1/2 year old, a husband that works ridiculous hours and mostly, I have no feeling in my extremities most of the time since starting up Farrell's again. For you non-midwesterners, Farrell's is a 6 day/week cardio-kickboxing/weight-training-resistance class that meets at 6:15am every day except for Sunday. I'm tired (and now more cranky than usual) and maybe a little crazy, but, swimsuit season is coming up and I have to at least attempt to wear something other than a moo moo while sitting on the edge of the Des Moines river (pretending it's a beach). Anyway, that's my update....Here is an update of Nathan's recent activity...
Nathan inherited me and Josh's sense of balance, agility and physical prowess. Which is pretty much equal to zero. So, we tried out gymnastics class for kicks and giggles. All was going well with the stretching portion and then Nathan
was feeling a bit to confident and got intrigued with the giant foam pit. Good thing he looks happy in the photo, because moments before, he was plunging to the bottom after getting too close to the edge, sliding off the edge and inadvertanly diving head first. The instructor dove in to rescue him and after the initial shock wore off, he actually seemed to like it.
Ok, let's talk for a second about my kid's relationship with his dog...It's a good thing he is too little to notice the fact that Pappy (yes, the dog's name is Big Pappy) is a little, let's say "fru fru"? When I bought him he was 4 pounds and hair-less. The lady at the pet store swore up and down that he would not get much bigger than 6 or 7 pounds and he was hypo-allergenic. Well, now Pappy is a whopping 15 pounds and has hair longer than I do. I think she lied.
Well, Nathan's favorite past time is to chase Pappy around until he growls at him and then laugh and pretend to like him so Pappy forgives him and then poke fingers in his eyes or something. I always swore that my kid would never treat animals this way. I was wrong...Don't be fooled by the photo, what you can't hear is Nathan saying "Pappy, if you move, I'm making you play the dinosaur game again. You know, the one where you are the plant-eater and I'm the veloca-raptor and I eat you".
So, I've shared this photo before. But hey, it's my blog, I can do what I want. We bought Nathan a Doctor Kit for Christmas so he could get used to what happens in the Doctor's office and maybe not throw up on the Doctor the next time we visit. So far, we've thrown up on the Hairdresser, the Doctor and the Dentist. All have asked us not to come back. Ok, we'll maybe they didn't go that far, but Nathan definitely didn't make the best impression. Well, instead of us practicing on him, Nathan decided he only want to be the doctor...
Look at how serious he is! I'm actually pretty scared at this point when he told me I needed my arm cut off because my heart wasn't beating! And then he put a band-aid on my toe so my headache would go away. I think he is almost as good as his Daddy....ps. notice the high level of concentration, this can be measured by the amount of drool....
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