Road race

We just spent the morning running our first ever road race (the girls, anyway). It was just a little 1-mile fun run that was part of a fundraiser for Molly's school, but we got numbers pinned to our shirts and went out on the road so it felt all official.

Here's Molly right after the starting line. I had to bob and weave through the crowd with Kate in the jogging stroller just to keep up with her.

The route was uphill for the first half, downhill for the second. Molly burned her energy getting to the top of the hill, then took a leisurely pace coming down. She stopped to collect leaves, to wait for other walkers and spent quite a while crouched over watching a swarm of ants wriggle around in the crack of a sidewalk.

It's no wonder we finished, yup, dead last. :) I think we clocked in at about 22 minutes. Molly was a little cranky at the end and didn't even want to run through the gates to finish. She did, though, and her teacher happened to be waiting at the end with a granola bar and juice box for her. Instant better mood.

When Molly recounts the story, she says she was the fastest. Shhhh, don't tell.

In other doings this weekend, we went for a walk in the woods yesterday afternoon. It might have been the stickiest, muggiest fall walk ever but it was worth it. Molly had a good time (and burned a lot of energy).

And this was from a couple nights ago at dinner. Molly innocently asked, "What's a tart?" So Jim pulls out his Oxford Companion to Food for a fully encyclopedic definition. Somewhere around the details of the custard color preferences of 18th Century German chefs, Molly's eyes glazed over. But the best was the effect it had on Kate.