Triathlete

Well, he did it! My awesome husband woke up at 4am to compete in the bike portion of the Nautica Malibu Triathalon to benefit the Pediatric Cancer Research Program at Children's Hospital Los Angeles.

So, Honey, how'd you do in your first ever bike race?

That's eighteen miles in one hour, 3 minutes for an average of 3.5 minutes per mile--beating his personal record of 4 minutes, 8 seconds. Congratulations, honey, you're a star.

Dash & I left the house at 8am in order to try and catch the end of the race, but Josh was finished before we got there. So we headed over to Paradise Cove to wait. Here was the view from our table:

Well, ok, I'll look out at that while I wait. If you insist.

In order to celebrate his father's achievement, Dash thought that attempting to eat a piece of chocolate cake the size of his torso would be fitting.

How'd you do trying to eat your body weight in cake and ice cream, Dash?

Awesome. (I swear he doesn't eat like this in real life. Just in every single picture on this blog. I'll take a picture of him eating salmon and brown rice tonight.)

Oh, wait. Here's a picture of him eating the celery out of my Bloody Mary. What? I wiped it.

So, Daddy, you've been training pretty hard these last few months. Whatchoo packing these days?

Nice. Two tickets to the gun show, please.