Jack competed in a triathlon on Saturday morning. He and Fred rode their bikes together to the rec center (it's just a couple of miles from our house.)
Finishing up the swim. I didn't go in the pool area. It was crowded and hot and steamy. I cheered outside where it was just hot and steamy.
Since we had a guest with us I told him to smile so I could send a picture to his mom to let her know he was okay. Leave it to my son to mess it up.
At one point during the wedding Andrew leaned over to me in nothing like a whisper and said, "When does the party start??" Then I looked over at Clayton when the couple grabbed hands and he pretended to gag. Never a dull moment. Never.
Sunday we went to church and then headed to bed with our clothes laid out, lunches made and alarms set for dark 30. Monday morning went as smooth as silk. Except for the rain. Right as Clayton was to leave for school a monsoon came upon us. I mean a monsoon. In sheer love for his mother he stood outside in the rain so I could get this picture. That's love. He goes to a different school than Jack and Andrew and it begins at 7. As in he has to be ready to learn, in his chair at 7. It's.so.early.
Andrew has gone to school on a staggered schedule. He went for his first full day on Thursday. I did pretty good. I didn't break into an ugly cry, just a few tears streaming down my face.
He asked me if I thought he would make any new friends. I told him I thought he would. He said, "I hope none of them are girls. That'd be weird." I hope we all remember this sentiment when he's 16.
Is that not the sweetest picture ever?
Afterchaos2peace you know this was not on my plan, but honestly, I couldn't help myself!! I mean, how good does that look?!? I mean, it's better than a day at the spa. And I'm not even kidding. Seriously.
As Thursday night went on Andrew told us more and more about his day. His life is one continuously long sentence. In the middle of a sentence he told us they took a "fire tour". After several questions we discovered that they had a fire drill. Ha. A fire tour.
Fred and I are participating in a relay race called Ragnar. I'm in my second week of training. This was the view on one of my runs this week. Is that not peaceful? I should have sat on that bench and taken it in a little bit, but oh well...maybe another day.