Training Log Archive: haakon

I think my moms might be in a bit of financial trouble. First we spent six weeks wandering around the US like a bunch of hobos, sleeping in other people's houses, and sometimes not even in a house at all! Now we are back in Oslo and are forced to forage for berries just to eat. I like berries but I'm a bit worried about what we'll do once winter comes (any day now, from what I hear).

Went to the gym today with mom. I made sure to lift all the toys and get in a good amount of throwing and toppling, too. Not sure why I only got to stay for an hour, but I guess mom was done. She needs to work on her endurance.

Stopped by mom's work again today after going to get my residence permit stuff all sorted out. I guess they'll use the picture mom took of me a few months ago on my card, which means that when I'm three years old (I can't even imagine being that old!) the photo on my card will still show a spry, young, 8-month old. Forever young.

Here's the work I did today, I'm sure it saved mom hours of coding time and will impress her superiors:

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And here I am explaining the mechanics of a fan to two of mom's co-workers. They're just software engineers so they don't understand this real-world stuff as well as I do.