::Alex trying on some of Ollie’s old clothes::
Me: “What? How can this fit you, you’re just a little guy! This is crazy!”
Alex: “So here’s my number, so call me maybe.”
Oliver: “You know our big buddy’s are seniors? Well two of them are in love! They kept hugging each other… They hugged *five times*!”
Me: “[People gas] said the only reason the technician wouldn’t have shown up is if there was a gas emergency.”
Alex, with a big grin on his face: “I have a gas emergency! I have to go to the doctor!”
How does he already understand how jokes work? How is he already into potty humor??
Another year, another 5k in the books! And as usual, the face paint game was on point:
Unfortunately we were really too busy to do much in the way of practicing this year. I think we only managed a few, and never more than about 2 miles. So that’s why it was a bit surprising that I got a personal record! 34:37 this year; SIX WHOLE SECONDS better than last year. 🙂
I think it just speaks to how much healthier I am overall than I was even a year ago, to be able to improve my time with almost no practice. In fact, I’m proud of the entire family for being able to run sub-35 minute 5ks at the drop of a hat! (And if you’re wondering if I sprinted ahead at the last minute and beat Sara by 13 seconds, yes. Yes I did.)
Two years ago, Oliver ran 32:57 and won his age group. Unfortunately we didn’t see that coming, and left before his name was announced. If you remember the story from last year, he ran even *faster* (29:13), only to be beaten by a different kid named Oliver!
We later found out that the Oliver who won was actually riding a bike! So our Oliver DID win his age group for a second year in a row, and he missed out on his moment of glory a second time!
This year he somehow improved by several minutes once again, throwing down an amazing 27:13! Unfortunately, he also jumped up an age group, which means he’s competing against 14 year olds, and he only came in 17th in his age group.
Sorry buddy. You did run your heart out though, and beat your parents by a landslide.
Alex has been insisting that he was going to run this race. Usually he can make it about…half a block maybe? So we were all set to have him do the kids’ dash. He waited all day for it, and was super excited. He lined up and Sara and I got ready to take the inevitable adorable pictures, when…he just didn’t. He wouldn’t go. Just stood at the starting line watching everybody else run.
Eventually Evelyn picked him up and ran down to the finish line, where he received a medal. “I’m really proud of my metal!” he confided to Sara the next day.
As long as everybody is happy.
Afterwards we were all quick to replenish those calories we had so carelessly wasted running around for no reason…
I guess that’s another one in the books!
Alex: “The last donut made the ouchies feel better.”
Alex: “Today we’re going to go to the museum.”
Me: “Oh yeah? You have to talk to Vania about that. She might say, ‘We already went to the museum this week, I want to go somewhere different.'”
Alex: “Yeah, she might say, ‘I’m tired of museums, today I want to go FLIPAROONIES!”
Alex: “[Ollie]’s up from the table. I assume he’s not going to have dessert?”
You know, at least if he’s repeating you it means SOMEBODY has heard you!
::guy aggressively tailgating me::
Me: “This guy is literally in my trunk.”
::The blood drains from Ollie’s face as he slowly turns to look behind him::
Okay, that one is on me, although I’d like to think I would have been a little less calm if there was *literally* a guy in the back of the car!
Sara: “What’s your homework?”
Evelyn: “I need to practice clarinet and reed. Get it? Reed?”
Sara: “Wakka wakka.”
Evelyn: “Is that the ‘ba dum ching’ of your generation?”
Evelyn: “Does this look like a sheep?”
Evelyn: “No it doesn’t, but thank you for being a good daddy.”
Alex: “It was *literally* on the edge of the balcony!”
At least he didn’t mean figuratively…he really was literally on the edge of the balcony.
::Alex, giving me a big hug::
Alex: “I love you.”
Alex: “But I also hate you.”