We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
We woke up one day this week and said to ourselves, “Our 5K is this Saturday. Wait a second . . . 5K? We’ve never run a 5K. We don’t have any idea what a 5K is supposed to be like. What in the world have we gotten ourselves into?”
We got ourselves into what was a practically perfect event. We spent the week thinking up worst case scenarios: nobody shows up, BYU-Hawaii tells us we can’t have the run go around the campus, we can’t get any volunteers, people hate the run and spit in our faces. Deep down inside we knew, of course, that everything would be okay. People weren’t going to care if we didn’t have their favorite kind of bagel at the finish line or if they had to wait a second for a car to pass before crossing the road. Somehow they would find the finish line, even if they had to run all over town before they got there. Still, we stayed up until 1:00 on Friday night making final preparations, setting everything out so it would be ready to go at 4:00 the next morning. 
The race didn’t start until 7:00, but we had to chalk the course, set up cones, make sure all of the gates around the PCC were open, set up the aid station and registration table, and organize volunteers. By 6:30 people were showing up and we couldn’t really think of anything else that needed to be done. Except draw the start line, of course. Which Micah did with gusto, even adding a smiley face (at the request of one of the participants). At 7:00 the BYU-Hawaii Cross Country coach said a few words about the town of Laie–this was the Laie Days Fun Run, after all–and they had a prayer. Then Micah, being the race director, got to “fire the gun” so to speak (only there was no gun, so he just said, “On your mark, get set, GO!” And they were off. I was at the aid station just before mile two and it was less than 10 minutes before the first runner came by. He and his wife are cross country stars and finished first for the men and women–despite the fact that the wife was quite obviously pregnant (I’d say at least 4 months along). And although we were half expecting something to go wrong, nothing did. It went off without a hitch. There were runners and walkers, families with strollers, and competitive racers. They all seemed to have a good time. The first runner finished at 7:15:32, and the last walker–a little five year old boy–came in at about 8:05. We had bagels and water at the finish line, pies for the winners, and a prize drawing for all participants. We sold a bunch more of the t-shirts (which are totally sweet, as you can see), and all in all made about $2,000 for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. Although we still have a few hundred more dollars to raise, we were very happy with our haul. We couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day.
By 9:00 everyone had gone home. Including us. It’s amazing how much effort and time and energy goes into an even that is over in less than 2 hours.
I like the shirts, they look great. So are they more green, or more grey? It’s great that you raised $2000, but how much more money do you need? How much longer do you have before the deadline? Also, who runs a 5k when they’re pregnant? That baby will probably be a road-runner. Guess which kid mom was pregnant with when she decided to run through the pregnancy. This blog is really choppy, but oh well.
They are more green than gray. The color is called “sagestone,” so it is a green-gray, but more green than gray. I would run a 5K if I was pregnant. I would run a half marathon if I was pregnant and my doctor said it was okay. I know of somebody who ran Boston when she was three months along. We still have about $600 to raise and about two weeks to do it in. I don’t know who Mom was pregnant with when she was running. Me? Will? Jon? Tell me, tell me, tell me!
It was Isaac.