And lazy! That's how I roll these days. Although I'm actually too busy to do much about my lazy tendencies.
Bas doesn't show much interest in stuff like swimming, which breaks my heart a little bit, as I have visions of him doing some kind of 'sun-bronzed Aussie' thing all over the local kids here at the swimming pool or the lake. Truth is, he's white as a sheet and hates cold water, just like his Mum.
He's also not really interested in kicking a football or any ball-related sports.
What he does love though is running, and he is out my clutches like a lead shot any chance he gets.
We went down to Lutry on the weekend for some sunshine and Bas discovered this little athletics track. It's kid-sized, but when we calculated how much he'd run around it in one go (full tilt, over 500m) we were gob-smacked. We started calling him Basile Bolt. Make that Barefoot Basile Bolt.
And speaking of running, I've started up again. Running four times a week, late at night, all because I'm hoping to run a half-marathon here in October.