So...I ran for 8min last thursday. The ankle felt fine, the fat ass did not. But, I'm back. The pain in my heart, lungs, back and legs is a good pain. The ankle gives me no problem.
Jack is also beginning to develop the superior sense of humor that was genetically transferred to him from his extremely hilarious parents.
His newest thing is pointing to someone and calling them by an obviously wrong name, laughing and saying: "Nooooo"
Example: Pointing at me, saying "Mama, heeheehee, NOOOOO!!"
He also thinks one of the most hilarious things in the world is when I throw a beach ball at him and it bounces off his giant head. He'll actually fall on the floor from laughing when that happens. AFV here we come.
So, the recap of my weekend:
Me chucking things at my son's head.
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