Conversations Between Parents

Let me set the scene:

I'm doing the dishes at the sink with the dishwasher open next to me. Ryan is at the stove. Wilson is at the open dishwasher taking out the silverware and dropping it on the floor. He then takes out a knife and drops it on my foot.

Lacee: "Ow! Ryan!!"

He rushes over and gets Wilson before he has any more accidents.

Lacee: "This is Ryan's parenting technique, (said with zero conviction) 'Wilson. Don't. Stop'."

Ryan: "Well your parenting technique goes, 'Ryan! Come and get him!'"

Nice. I'm a horrible parent.

Adventures in Humility

I'm a fairly athletic person. Was. I was a fairly athletic person. But since I've had Wilson I've put on a "few" extra pounds and haven't really worked out hard. I've gone running, and walking, and played volleyball a few times, but those are pretty easy sports to pick up. I grossly underestimated the difficulty of soccer.

A friend I used to work with at Home Depot put on Facebook that she was looking for some more girls to play soccer in her co-ed team. I played  in 4th grade... seems like a good fit, right? She assured me that she hadn't played soccer in about as long, and she was also really out of shape so I would still be welcome.

I had my first game yesterday. I assure you, I was amazing. But not really. The part that I keep thinking about and just laughing is: As soon as I got in I would start running and not kidding... my upper body would get ahead of me and I would fall over. This happened FIVE times.... in about two minutes. It was quite embarrassing. Let me reiterate that NO ONE was near me... I just started running towards the ball, and I would fall over. This left my knees pretty scraped up.

I somewhat got the hang of it after those first few minutes. Running I mean. But soccer really isn't a sport that you can be good at without practice. Plus it was probably the most athletic activity I could have tried to start with since having Wilson.

Although I'm not very good, and I can't run fast anymore, and I can barely stay on my feet, I had a lot of fun. And I look forward to my games every Monday night from her on out.

Handyman

My miserable, horrific house was broken again. And neither or I are very handy. I like to pretend like I am, but Ryan would much rather just call someone to fix it. Our dead bolt broke the other day and I couldn't open the door. It was pretty ghetto for a bit there. People that came over had to come in through the garage. Classy. I really didn't want to call a lock smith to come fix it because I really thought dead bolts would be a pretty easy change out. 

So with the help of the one Jones (but really James) who showed me how to take the old one out, I went to Lowes and bought me a new dead bolt! And installed it myself!! 

Is it weird how happy things like this make me?