Earlier this month the boys were woken up way too early to drive their mom to another race, kill some time for a bit with their dad, find a lousy parking spot kind of close in the town where the race ends, then go stand for an hour at the finish line where they yelled "MOM!!" at the top of their lungs and hoped for acknowledgment. When I write this down, it really doesn't sound all that much fun but, I'm so happy to see them at the end after I find them among all the families and other runners. And I do hear them at the finish most of the time...and it's the best sound :)
On Mothers Day, the three of us went on a lovely bike ride. The day started off real crabby for everyone, but we worked through the sass and got out the door. Boden did a fantastic job riding all the way (7miles!) on his kid bike in the heat (a uncharacteristically balmy MN day, 84 degrees). We took a break at the coffee store and headed back home. I was so proud of Boden for keeping a great attitude and making it the whole way without any complaining. I had run an 11 mile run the day before so my legs were sore and Boden and I commiserated in our agony while going up a couple steep hills. August rode in his burley like a champ. He talked quite a bit but you can't hear much so I was hoping it wasn't anything urgent. Anyway, maybe the best Mother's Day, yet.
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