If Josh ever doubts our love & dedication, he should remind himself that we dragged our asses out of bed at 5:30am on a Saturday to watch him compete in this madness. Also: Port-A-Potties.
Josh is in there, somewhere.
At the last triathlon I was so sadly unprepared it was embarrassing. I literally had one sticky, old lollipop in my purse to keep Dash amused for three hours. This time I came prepared. Picnic blanket, dvd player, books, card games, paper for coloring, snacks & drinks. Know what I didn't bring? Jackets. At 6am. At the beach. Luckily, we were able to put Josh's swag shirt into service. Dash was cool with it.
There's a lot of waiting around at these things, so we took this opportunity to work on Dash's writing skillz. His Aunty showed us how to practice rhyming words, trying to get him to recognize patterns. He wasn't that into it at first--until we hit upon bribing him with Skittles. Parenting win! (Shut up)
Here they are all lined up to start the swim. See that giant white wave? They had to swim past that. See that ambulance in the foreground? That says to me, "Hey, Sane Person, how about you head back to the hotel for donuts & tv?" Know what it says to Josh & his ilk? Nothing! They just jumped right in the water! Like crazy people! Because they are crazy!
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Here he comes!
There he went!
Dash & I killed some time between events by wandering around the base.
And procuring the world's coolest, most elaborate balloon creature.
And now we're starting the run! He's laughing because he just dumped water all over his head & busted Dash up. He also hasn't realized yet that he's going to be running for the next 40 minutes. Without being chased.
Moments away from the finish line. Not so smiley now, are we?
Dash ran the last 50 yards with his dad to cross the finish line. Right?
Number One is right! We joke, but seriously--we couldn't be prouder of you, Zaz. You are an inspiration every day.
Josh is in there, somewhere.
At the last triathlon I was so sadly unprepared it was embarrassing. I literally had one sticky, old lollipop in my purse to keep Dash amused for three hours. This time I came prepared. Picnic blanket, dvd player, books, card games, paper for coloring, snacks & drinks. Know what I didn't bring? Jackets. At 6am. At the beach. Luckily, we were able to put Josh's swag shirt into service. Dash was cool with it.
There's a lot of waiting around at these things, so we took this opportunity to work on Dash's writing skillz. His Aunty showed us how to practice rhyming words, trying to get him to recognize patterns. He wasn't that into it at first--until we hit upon bribing him with Skittles. Parenting win! (Shut up)
Here they are all lined up to start the swim. See that giant white wave? They had to swim past that. See that ambulance in the foreground? That says to me, "Hey, Sane Person, how about you head back to the hotel for donuts & tv?" Know what it says to Josh & his ilk? Nothing! They just jumped right in the water! Like crazy people! Because they are crazy!
>Here he comes!
There he went!
Dash & I killed some time between events by wandering around the base.
And procuring the world's coolest, most elaborate balloon creature.
And now we're starting the run! He's laughing because he just dumped water all over his head & busted Dash up. He also hasn't realized yet that he's going to be running for the next 40 minutes. Without being chased.
Moments away from the finish line. Not so smiley now, are we?
Dash ran the last 50 yards with his dad to cross the finish line. Right?
Number One is right! We joke, but seriously--we couldn't be prouder of you, Zaz. You are an inspiration every day.
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