Baby 90 and 91 - Part 2 of 3

I work with Adam for a week non-stop.  He introduces new content almost everyday.  The next day I get my yellow belt and he introduces me to some grabs and holds.  I learn how to get out a choke, wrist grabs, full nelsons, and many others I can't remember anymore.  On the day I receive my orange belt, he starts to show me rolls and how to fall.  Apparently, learning how to fall properly is a worthwhile technique to learn.

I earn my green belt and Adam shows me how to meditate.  I really like meditating because it doesn't require any physical work.

I also start to break boards.  Thin ones at first and then we move onto thicker ones.  I'm surprised at my new found strength but Adam says that anyone of any size can break a board if they have the correct technique.

On the last day, I earn my blue belt and Adam and I spar once again.  I've gotten really good at it and it's evident because this time I'm the one throwing the punches and kicks.  I've even noticed that I'm as fit as ever.  I actually have visible muscles.  If this is what I can become after a week of Sim Fu, I'm almost scared to see how fit Adam is.  I wouldn't mind getting a peek....

I drive myself home that night promising that I'll continue my lessons with Adam once I became pregnant and have the baby.  He seemed quite sad that I was going but to my disappointment he made no effort to ask me out on a date.  The kids are wild and scrambling into bed when I unlock the front door. 

I tell them sweet dreams, send them to bed, and then go to the nursery where I rock each of the twins to sleep.  The babysitter must have done a good job wearing them out because they're asleep very quickly.  I lay them in their cribs and the I hit my bed with a thud and fall to sleep instantly.

I wake up to Brite's green eyes staring back at me.  He makes a sort of chirp-like noise and runs out the room.  I dress, feed the cats, and get the kids ready for school.

Once they leave for school, I manage to make it out the door with the two toddlers clung around my neck.

I make it to the sperm bank and pick up some sperm from Paisley's son, Joshua Parker.

Once the twins are asleep, I run to the computer as quickly as I can to look for updates on Luke's status. All it says is that he's now sentenced to a few years in jail and about twenty-five hours of community service.  Had he actually killed Charlie Sykes and his jail sentence would be longer.

On a whim, I realize what I should probably do: visit Luke.

I'm out the door faster than you can spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (or however it takes you to look up how to spell it).