My crazy Monkey
You know, I was pretty proud of myself today. I killed two birds with one stone, it was saawweeet.
I decided that I needed to get my workout on, but I didn't have a sitter for my kids. No worries, both children were bouncing off the wall. Not literally, well Gavin sure tried... does slamming the washer door over and over again while running around the house screaming something that sounded like "whoooooaaaaaaccccaaarrrruummmmbbaaaawhhoooooaaaaaaaoooo" in shrilling voice, and sometimes slamming into my legs to stop himself from slamming into the wall. Yeah, Gavin needed a workout, really bad.
So, since we all needed a workout, we pulled on our workout stuff. Me running shoes, gloves and ear warmers. The kids coats, gloves and helmets. I took them on a LONG bike ride while I ran with them. Surprisingly, I run at their bike riding pace...maybe a little faster than Gavin since he liked to skid his tire on my heels as I ran so I had to make sure I was 2 steps ahead.
It was awesome. The kids got a workout, I got a workout. Amazing until Gavin rammed his bike into a curb and smashed his balls into the bar of the bike, then it was all tears for him and cringing for me (I just wrote balls on my blog, awkward). Poor kid, we came inside and got hot chocolate and checked out his ouchie... it looks like all parts in the right places and the right size (which I was a little worried about) but Brad said it's okay for them to get smashed every once in a while. Um...What did he just say? Like my son's balls will get tougher with every battle wound? I don't believe those things are like hands that can take a callus or two, I don't have one myself but I'm pretty sure ramming your ball sack into the bar of your bike full speed could NOT be good for them! Brad asked if Gavin had a stomach ache, and Gav said no, Brad say's it must not have been that bad of a smash if it didn't cause a stomach ache (then proceeded to tell him what happens to Dad when HE gets hit in the nuts, quite humorous moment for me to listen to that). Can't wait for Ethan to tell everyone in preschool what happens to his dad when he gets kicked in the balls... Good to know, love the things I learn everyday from my boys.
I kinda feel bad for all those boys I kicked in the balls growing up, just a little bit. Sorry for that Royce, Brandon, Zach, Corey, Aaron and Adam... at least those are the ones I remember, and sorry to those who I cannot remember.
At any rate, jogging while my boys bike will now go on the to-do list. After all, Gavin was A LOT calmer afterward.
3 comments:
SO funny!
You kicked my husband in the balls?!?!
~Sara
You are a nurse right? There are other names for those parts of the body! :) But what are you to do when Dad teaches them the appropriate slang and they catch on so easily. I'm glad everything is good and in place.
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