On Babies and Table Tennis

Hooray for a crazy smiling babies! Although, I'm sure that it wasn't intentional as he is only three weeks. It's still mutha f@#*in' cute though!

Last week, we had the pleasure of being introduced to his French's mustard-type poo. If you think I'm joking in the slightest...fired. Pack your crap and go. Same color. Same consistency. I was thinking of tossing some lettuce, tomato and a veggie burger on that thing, call it dinner. EWWWWWwwwww....!

We also took a trip to the hospital with him as well. It was the first time we were outside together as a family, ever. The umbilical cord fell off a while ago, but apparently, the belly button wasn't fully healed so we had to take a little visit to the nurses. Being there's a doctor shortage here, you're sure to hardly ever see one. Only nurses.

TODAY
Today, as I was late, I was running. Fast. Running down some stairs, I managed to twist my ankle. This did not, however, stop me from playing two hours of ping pong with my co-worker Ben. He's from Canada. Canadian is he.

I have realized, that after two years of not even touching a racket, I suck. Again. I was never really that good, but this is my sport! It took a while, but during the last ten minutes, it all started to come back. Happy is me!

I also got a bike today. No more being late. Well...