The alarm sounded earlier than normal, or at least it felt earlier than normal after 11 hours of yoga on Saturday. Nobody was very happy about the abrupt wake up call, either, especially Desmond who bitched a black streak about being dragged to a pre-dawn race to see his sisters run.
Fair enough, I told him. But we're a family and we support each other.
We're a family who also sometimes leaves things to the last minute, so at 6:30 a.m. we were racing down Old Town streets trying to find ones that weren't already blocked for the US National Road Racing Championships. Then, we had to find the race packets that should have been picked up the night before.
Long story short, Kent, Esme and Josephine made it to the line in time for the 7 a.m. start of the 5K. Esme took off on her own fairly quickly and Kent ran alongside Josephine. Esme placed second in her age group with a time of 24:59 and Josephine, in the same age group, placed sixth at 35:46.
I love to watch them run and have never once left a race without deep regret that I couldn't run with them. My back is what it is, though, and I'm grateful for what I can do, right? Right?!
I needed coffee and they got post-race treats. I asked Esme to hold my phone as I futzed with my drink and she snapped a photo.
I swear I've never said that.
Josephine desperately wants a Rainbow Loom, so she set up shop on the corner selling her original artwork: bookmarks, pictures, birthday cards. She made $14.33 in just a few hours. Moral of the story, if you have to choose between a career in journalism or art, choose art.
Kent and I got a babysitter and went to yoga class together. He finally got to meet a teacher I've been raving about for months and we got to spend 90 minutes with our mats next to each other like we used to before the kids were born. I didn't even think to take a picture which probably means my head was in the right place. Present in the moment and all that yoga speak.
Esme got her first legit phone call today from a friend. Her pal, Ava, called from Raleigh. "Hi, can I talk to Esme?" she asked.
"Sure," Kent said.
And Esme went off to the quiet of our bedroom closet to talk for close to 20 minutes. About what? I haven't a clue.
I've enjoyed chronicling the week and revisiting a writing groove, but when I think about what I've shared with you, one critical piece of our daily lives has been missing: bedtime stories. I haven't included it basically because it's not my thing. Story time is all Kent's domain and he is a master. God love that man, he reads to the kids every blasted night. Even when they're acting like miscreants.
Sometimes, he reads one book to Tobias, then another to the older kids. Sometimes, they read the same one. He mixes it up as well and lets the kids read aloud. This week, they're on "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" which amuses me to no end given the recent story on the NYT parenting blog written by a woman who basically self-edits (CENSORS!) Harry Potter as she reads it to her 5-year-old. Not here. The kids get the good with the bad, the enchanted and the evil, the whole shebang. Just like our life.