A crazy weekend in our corner of the woods that is not quite half way gone. Friday was a big day as two members of our household flipped a year on the calendar and Sammy and Jo entered their fifth year of existence. We almost blew it in the morning too with Nik remembering halfway to work and calling home and me wishing them a happy birthday and the boys looking kind of stunned about the whole affair.
Sure they asked every day that week if it was their birthday yet but it still caught them completely off guard when the big day finally hit. Earlier in the week the boys and I had been listening to the good old CBC and a child psychologist talking about how 4 is the magic age in cognitive development and the boys cottoning on to this and pronouncing themselves magical and all this predicates Jonah’s response to turning five:
“Does this mean I’m not magic anymore?”
Nope, I suppose the magic is gone with a return to an odd number in the age column but Pop Up Pirate and Hungry Hungry Hippos were a hit so the lack of magic is forgotten or forgiven and onward.
Friday night takes us to the Calgary ski sale to try and kit out our kits for a season on the snow and success! We find gear to work and head over to the pay line only we can’t find the end. An actual 15 minute walk takes us once around the Max Bell Arena and up the stairs and half way across the second floor to the end of the line but thanks to a good friend (Peter, you are a hero) and some good humour and a very patient 8 year old who just really, really wants those super cool twin tip skis we wait the madness out and I guess we will be skiers once again.
Then a night with Nik’s sister so we can wake up in Calgary this morning because it is, once again, race day.
So I mentioned a few weeks ago (weeks! yup, it’s been that long) that the boys have been training up to join Nik and I on the starting line of a lovely little family race known as the Halloween Howl. It’s 3k (or a 5 or a 10 if you are bigger and faster) and flat and the boys have done 3k and hilly so we should manage and the horn goes and the 15 or so of us that remain behind for the 3k wander off down the course.
This is where things get cool because I learned something about my little Sam today. See, Sammy is the kid who runs for 15 or 20 meters and then his legs hurts or his back hurts or his tummy hurts and he makes little grunting noises of discomfort and generally pretends to be in some small agony until you tell him you will race him to the stop sign and then he’s off flying and you just try and catch him. So with that in mind I was worried about Sam.
Turns out that race day lights a fire that perhaps I should have seen coming under his skinny bum and he leads the charge down the river trail. There are moments where the whine monster surfaces briefly but he runs the bulk of it and walks the rest and as I approach the last corner with Jo and Sam and Erica (my lovely sister-in-law who recently had surgery on her wrist after attempting to lift one of my kids… yup, for real) we decide we will run from the last corner to the finish line but Sam can’t wait and ten steps before the corner he’s off and flying, his 3-sizes-too big event t-shirt that he insisted on wearing with the sleeves over his hands flapping madly in all directions as he flails his giddy little body toward the finish line and glory.
Nikki, who ran it in with Ben who couldn’t go little brother slow any longer cheers us in and we are all so proud at the finish line. Jonah and Ben ran like champs too and I’m so very proud of all three of them. A big win for all of us today.
The rain waited until we had the finish line in our sites and the snow waited to start in earnest until we were inside and the boys want to go again next weekend. Oh, did I mention today was a costume event? We were pirates.
Next weekend’s race is the Rogue Race. Pirates are the theme. I guess since we already have our costumes…
Tomorrow has me speaking and the boys and Nikki making music with me at church and the big birthday party in the afternoon. It will be good, but part of me can’t wait until Monday when I can get some rest.