(Mah Innernetz went down on Tuesday morning and was finally restored late last night. No work, no play, just futile router rebooting every hour on the hour and racking up massive data overages from Verizon Mobile while waiting on Verizon FIOS to get its shit together, trapped in a super frustrating ouroboros of corporate bullshit.)
First of all, happy birthday to this guy:
Here he is with his birthday present, which I 100% had nothing to do with:
In addition to Friday night soccer*, Jason's newfound return to outdoorsy-sportsy-ness now includes bike riding. Like on trails and dirt and stuff. He is currently scouring Craigslist for a bike for me, which is adorably misguided. To give you an idea of the last time I rode a bike, please consult this terrible blog post from 2003, only the fourth post ever published on this site, back when I had no clue what I was doing and wrote a lot of angry Open Letters to strangers and stores and the Oxygen Network.
I do not particularly want a new bike. I'd really rather get a new dishwasher, as our current one is barely functioning and I am like five minutes away from writing an Open Letter about it.
But there's been a lot of bike-type action going on, as we recently celebrated the Passing On Of The Hand-Me-Down Bikes with all the boys. Noah got a new (used) bike...
...and promptly crashed on his first ride out.
(He's fine. Just needed to apply some band aids, ice packs and extra computer time.)
Ezra moved up to Noah's old bike and went training wheels free...
...and promptly crashed 15 seconds after I took this photo.
(He's also fine. I believe the only real injury was pride-related.)
Ike inherited the smallest bike, and originally wanted to skip the training wheels altogether...
...but then quickly reconsidered.
He is now riding all over the place like some giant actual child, rather than the tiny baby we all know deep in our hearts that he really is.
STOP WAIT COME BACK IT'S ALL GOING TOO FAST.
I should probably get a bike, I guess.
*So about the soccer thing: Almost immediately after I wrote about Jason getting back into soccer he injured himself, tearing his hip flexor. He's been attending physical therapy three times a week ever since, while also still going to soccer and bike riding and running 5Ks on our treadmill. Meanwhile, I skipped my workout yesterday because the Internet was out and I couldn't watch Netflix.