Will runs 40 miles with the ease that I walk from my car to our front door. After this most recent run, 2 days after he says to me "Wow, I'm not even that sore. I mean, probably about as sore as you would be from the gym is all."
I'm not saying he's totally obsessed but he does know the names and times and winners of any and all ultra race in the nation, which races happen when, and where, what blogs to read the best information from, you name it....
Speaking of which, yes he is training for his first road marathon in 5 years. You would think that would be easy, but he is trying to shave 30 minutes off of his best marathon time.
Well first you should know that he caught the nasty cold that Will and I have shared so generously with each other this past week, and it is NOT fun having a sick baby. Particularly when you are both sick too. And no he doesn't have swine flu. I know you know that crossed your mind huh.
He has been pretty miserable. Not sleeping well, uncomfortable, throwing tantrums (arching his back and throwing his head back), not interested in food (unless it comes off of my plate of course), and has a constant drooly mouth (because he can't breathe out of his nose) and a gross leaking snot faucet of a nose.
He kind of just figured it out over the weekend but still stayed mostly put where you set him down. But not anymore...it's like he's got a turbo switch. I put him down, 2 seconds later I look down and he's clear on the other side of the room.
We haven't baby-proofed our house yet because we dread it, but very soon. VERY SOON.
I say this about 20 times and it doesn't work.
The other day he got himself stuck between the couch and the wall and didn't know what to do. So I took pictures.
Okay and lastly me.
Since I am the prime poster on this blog, I don't feel like I need to bore you with any more piano videos and honeymoon pictures. Gag.
But I will bore you with details of my new computer, which has taken up the other 50% of Will's time when he's not being crazy-outdoors-man.
So I bought a new computer. For my music studio. And I got a super beefy one, because HELLO you sort of need one for the type of ginormous files I run for my music.
The computer is 64 bit . Our old computer (which is now deemed Will's domain) is 32 bit.
Yeah so was I.
64 bit computers have the ability to utilize more memory, thus making your programs run super duper lightening speed fast. My new computer has 8 gigs of memory. Our old computer only had 1.5, because 32 bit computers cannot use as much memory.
So here's the kicker: 64 bit computer = AWESOME. 32 bit software running on a 64 bit computer = NOT awesome at all.
My dearest kind unselfish and dedicated husband has spent sooooo many hours trying to get my new computer up and running. We bought it THREE weeks ago and I still haven't been able to work on my album yet.
It's not the computer that is the problem, it's all my blasted music software that is not compatible with the 64 bit operating system.
I am soooo waxing boring here.
To get to the point, Will has had to research himself into the deepest darkest corners of nerdy computer brainy user forums to find answers for problems that are even way over his head, and after all of his hard work...as of tonight....WE HAVE LIFT OFF!! My computer works with my software.
I can now finish my album.
I'm telling you (and I say this quite often around our house) that my Will can fix ANYTHING. He really really can!
I did a radio show last week. It was kind of fun. But then I went back and listened to it and remembered how much my voice sounds like a giggling 16 year old. Hmmmm. Not so fun.
I quit eating sugar. Random, but applicable to my life recently. Folks, seriously, I'm a sugar addict. So I had to do it. I've been sugar free since the beginning part of April and it's pretty liberating. That does sound like an oxymoron I know, but just believe me. Freedom from addicitions is sweet release.
Sorry I don't have any recent pictures of myself to include in my segment, but that's because I always have to tell Will "Okay take a picture of me because you never remember to do that and 95% of our photos are me taking pictures of everyone else! (Boo hoo)".
And that, my friends, is us lately. And with that, I bid you goodnight so that I can answer the call of my crying child.