Precision, Baby.

Precision, Baby.

This post is a great example of one that will bring me great joy in the years to come, but may be boring as heck for the rest of you, unless you find silliness funny.

With that in mind, feel free to skip this post, or read on for your amusement…

Buds loves tech.

Really loves tech.

Really. Really. Really. Loves. Tech.

He has a new watch that tells him heart rate, pulse ox levels, steps walked, sleep patterns, all sorts of fun data.

Since he’s gotten the new watch, we’ve had a bit of a competition to see who is getting the most daily steps and when. (To be honest, it isn’t a competition because I don’t care, but I like to pretend because it makes him happy. 😁)

Last night as we were getting ready for bed I told him I had over 15,000 steps for the day, so he set off to walk around the house for awhile. As I was preparing to climb into bed, he stepped into the door of our bathroom and said, “I have 14,999 steps. That’s perfect. Carry me to bed.”

Once he understood that I would not be carrying him to bed, he laid down on the floor and scooted on his back toward the bed because, “it doesn’t count rolling.”

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.

That blue streak is his watch.

When he got to the end of the bed, I started the video.

The audio is a little tough to hear, so, here’s what he says:

1) “See, they don’t count rolling, so obviously that’s not gonna to count.”
2) After he fails to be able to roll up onto the bed he says, “My flexibility’s not all it could be.”
3) “Perfect.”
4) “Nailed it.”
5) He shows me the watch once then says, “Here, I’ll turn the light on.”
6) “See. That’s precision, Baby.”

14,999 steps.

That’s precision, Baby.

This is why you spend your time with people who make you laugh.