Our race is only 2 days away. We’re in frantic resting and prepping modes. I volunteered to take charge of the pasta party. Don’t ask me why. I’ve already baked the 3 loaves of bread (thank you, Artisan Bread in 5), and we’ve got almost everything we need for the 3 types of pasta we’ll be cooking up tomorrow. Last night we cooked up a gallon of yogurt (I’m not even kidding), tonight I’ll be cutting up vegetables, and tomorrow I’ll be making 2 trips to the host apartment with all the stuff (and both the boys). Yeah, I could probably call a car and make it so much easier, but then I’d lose all my street cred. Plus, I need the exercise.
Hahaha. It’s a joke.
We also have some serious milestones on our hands — things that worry me far more than running 17 miles over the course of two days. Things like my elder child spending the night away from both his parents for the first time. Things like taking my younger child on a long car ride for the first time and not knowing how he’s going to handle it. (My fingers are crossed that he reacts like he does to the jogging stroller and becomes blessedly mute.) Yes, it’s always the wee ones that cause the most concern. I’m sure Simon will have a great time with his (and our) friends and probably never want to come home, but I’m not so sure about Oliver. The poor child has had the hardest time falling — and staying — asleep this week. I put him to bed 4 times last night. And Micah put him to bed at least that many times the night before. He finally ended up sleeping in our bed last night, which I do not prefer, but if it means getting some sleep in the days leading up to the race, I suppose I can put up with it.
ps If you are tired of pictures of the boys, I apologize. It is going to take me a while to get over the excitement of the new blog and chill out with the pictures.