I don't want to bore you with
Baby Boy finally got the chance to test for his Black Belt last weekend.
First, he ran a mile . . . but I don't have any pictures of that because when people start running miles, I get the strong urge to sit down and have a cold beverage. It was delicious, oh, and Baby Boy ran the mile in great time too.
Then he did 100 push-ups and 100 sit-ups. I forgot to take photos because I was too busy daydreaming about 20 years ago when I used to be able to do push ups and sit ups . . . when I came back from my short stint in La-La-Land, I looked up to find . . .
Baby Boy's instructor trying to kill him . . .
. . . then he got away . . .
. . . then he tried to kick another instructor in the face, but they forgave him . . .
. . . because he broke a bunch of boards . . . some with his feet and some with his hands.
Then we had to go home and wait by the mailbox like it was the Saturday after payday.
We just got our letter. Guess what? HE PASSED!!! So now he's officially a Black Belt. The award ceremony will be in a couple of weeks, so he can't actually WEAR the black belt yet, since
Sooooo . . . now that the awkwardness is over, I guess I'll get back to posting more regularly. Hopefully I still have a few readers left. ;-)
Until next time . . .