I decided to be a little active over the weekend. The weather was nice and the boys have been a little stir crazy so I thought we would go out front and they could ride their bikes and I would rollerblade with them. Note to self: a week in blades eight years ago doesn't a rollerblader make! As I was sitting in the garage putting the blades on Buzz says to me, in a tone that clearly says he is unsure mom has the ability to be doing this...
"Mom you're going to ride those?"
Me-"yes, I am"
Buzz-"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Me-"why? You don't think I can rollerblade?"
Buzz-"I don't know, can you? I am going to go get Vootz."
A few minutes later he returns with Vootz.
Buzz-" See, I told you. Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Me-"I thought it was but I am starting to wonder now, thanks for the vote of confidence!"
Vootz-"Relax Buzz, Mom has had those rollerblades for like 39 years!"
Me-*choking* "39 years? Just how old do you think I am?"
They start walking off, talking to each other...
Buzz- "She thinks she is still young. She's gonna hurt herself, and Dad is gonna have to scrape her off the street, and he won't be happy about that."
Vootz-"But maybe we'll get McDonalds for dinner if she gets hurt bad and can't cook."
*feeling the love*
It takes me a few minutes, but I get to a standing position and realize, to get to the street I have to go down the driveway. I cling to the side of JC's truck and side step down until I run out of truck to hold on to. Standing there trying to figure out my next move Buzz returns, "see, I told you that wasn't a good idea." Good thing for that boy that mommy
I did finally make it unscathed to the street
BTW- Rollerblading uses muscles you never knew you had!