Boxing, Baking, and Balance Beams

FYI, the football toy is still alive and kicking, although now it is missing both arms.

I went to boxing class last night, and was feeling pretty good, so I punched the crap out of the bag. My wrist didn't hurt for once, which was nice. There's this one lady in the class who is super hardcore. I remember working out next to her once, and she was literally dripping sweat down onto the floor. I was thinking, "Man, I sweat a lot, but not to the point where it's actually dripping like that. I must not be working enough. Oh, and ew." Anyways, so last night I actually had some sweat dripping into my eye. Score!

When I got home, Marc and I worked with Bandit a bit on the board. I put it up at a shallow slope at first, and he refused to go on it. So I just lay it totally flat on the floor. He was even hesitant about that. But after a few times of getting him to go across, I put it back up into a slope. He finally did it, and we elevated it just a bit more. He did it a number of times, before one time just refusing to do it anymore for some reason. So we stopped there, because we didn't want to force him too much. He's still not very aware of where his back feet are, and once he slips a little, he freaks out.

As we went upstairs last night, Bandit was leading the charge, lost his footing and ended up laying splayed on his belly in the middle of the stairs. You can see now why he has trouble with the teeter. Clumsy goofball.

Marc baked some cinnamon swirl cake last night, which is pretty yummy. I'm eating a big piece of it right now with my morning coffee. :)

I found this book yesterday - and we wonder why kids today are so messed up. I suppose though, that it's not much weirder than that "Vanuk Vanuk" book that I read when I was a kid. To this day, I still don't know what the hell was going on in that story.