We did it. We got the bike. It’s a Yuba Mundo, and so far, we’re pretty sure we love it. Micah and I rode it home from Manhattan on Thursday and since then we’ve pretty much been looking for excuses to ride it around.
While for the most part it will be a one-adult-three-children kind of a deal, we did put all of us on it on the way home from the park yesterday. And that was fun. Micah and I took turns driving and neither of us had much difficulty with it.
I’m pretty sure it was money well-spent. I mean really, it’s pretty much a car that we can park in our house and not get tickets for. What’s not to love?
See a very short video of the bike in action here.
Oh, and we haven’t yet named this little ship of ours. If you have any thoughts or suggestions, please don’t hesitate to share. I’ll let you know if we name it.
Okay, so race day was more than 2 weeks ago. Sorry about that. Honestly, it was one of those things that was at the back of my mind until, you know, the day before. And then I was like, “Oh, yeah, I’m running a big race tomorrow. Hmm. I should think about that a little more.”
It feels good to be at a point in my fitness/training where 13.1 miles doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. And it felt good to run it at a good pace. Micah and I finished just 40 seconds short of a PR, despite just coming off injuries. But it did leave me hungry for another race. I’m making plans to find a fall half marathon to run to try to break that PR.
However, the best thing about race day is cheering everyone else on. Two of my brothers and my sister were also running that day, and the boys totally rocked their 1K. We all had a great time cheering them, and everyone else, on. I seriously think that races are such a great place to be. Not only as a participant, but as a spectator/cheerleader.
You can read more on MotherRunner, if you haven’t already.
Don’t be surprised if this book, should it ever really come into being, makes it onto our bookshelves.
The pair bear a striking resemblance to our own little animals, in my opinion. Even if it is in name only.
These two punks area a couple of jokesters. (In fact, at the airport on our way out to Utah, Oliver told one of Abby’s friends who happened to be on our same flight that telling jokes was basically his special skill. Ha!)
Here’s a sampling of current favorites. Simon wants me to post this as a “puzzle,” which I think means that he wants you to guess the answers. Feel free to post guesses in the comments and I’ll post the answers next week sometime.
1. What do you call it when a king climbs to the top of a mountain?
2. What’s high in the middle and round on both ends?
3. What’s low in the middle and flat on both ends?
4. What two words hold more than a thousand letters?
5. What do you call a spider who likes to play on playgrounds?
6. What do you call it when cars play checkers?
7. What do you call it when chickens play checkers?
Last week was somewhat of a low for me. After a most difficult week (which is a post for another time), I told Micah that what I really needed was some good news. Just something unequivocally awesome. That’s all I wanted.
No biggie, right?
Well, it just so happened that on Friday afternoon as I was putting Elsa down for her nap, I got an e-mail from the Department of Education letting us know they had some news for us. My heart skipped a beat (or three) and I tried not to shake as I put sleeping Elsa in her crib and went to find Micah. He was watching the boys jump on the trampoline, so I tried to keep it cool as I handed him my phone and told him I needed moral support. This was the moment we’d been waiting months for and I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it. Chances are it was nothing exciting. In fact, chances are, it’s going to be soul-crushingly disappointing.
We fumbled around trying to get my username and password correct so we could access the important document, and when we finally got everything right, I let Micah take over. Instead of reading the decision itself, I wanted to read Micah’s face before I found out just exactly how far into the depths of despair I should fall.
But Micah’s expression was not what I expected. It was surprise, disblief. “Wait,” he said. He needed to read it again. And then, “He got into NEST.”
I, of course, grabbed the phone and looked for myself. Sure enough. Our top choice. The school we’d dreamed of. The school we never thought we had a chance at. The school we only listed first because it was absolutely ludicrous to think that he’d actually get in.
“Is that good enough news for you?” Micah said as he put his arm around me. I cried as we told Simon the good news: “You just got into a really good school.”
“Was it your first choice?” he asked.
“Yeah, it was.”
And then we made plans for a party. Because this sure as heck deserves a celebration. Our long school nightmare is over.
(At least until it’s Oliver’s turn to take the G&T test, 6 months from now . . . .)
We’ve adopted some pets. A couple of frogs that we’ve been assured are extremely low maintenance and difficult to kill. We’re still skeptical that we will make good caretakers, but it’s never too early to learn about the cycle of life, right?
We picked them up from our friend’s house on Wednesday, which I realized might not have been the best timing since we were leaving to go to Utah for three weeks on Friday. The frogs, which Simon named James and George, only have to be fed twice a week and their tank cleaned every couple of months, but still, if we left them alone for the week and half that we will all be in Utah, that could be their doom.
The problem was solved, however, when my visiting teacher came by on Thursday evening. She asked if there was anything she could do for me, as usual. And for once, I had something. I’m sure feeding a couple of frogs was the last thing she expected to be asked to do as a visiting teacher, but I’m pretty sure that when your visiting teachees need something, it’s usually something weird and random like that.
Have you ever asked your visiting teachers for something weird like that? Or been asked to do something totally unexpected?