The Bus, Pre-school, and Runs

This has been a fun week for our family. It stared on Monday when T got to ride the bus to school for the first time. The first couple of days we spend at least an hour waiting for the bus to come to and from school, but, sigh of relief, we always managed to catch it, and now we have a fairly good schedule down (I hope, anyway). For T, the best part of school is riding the bus and recess (but snack is also a highlight). She made it though the first week and seemed quite happy. I was a little stressed about the bus, but she rides with only kinders on the way there and her bus driver on the way home is a lady from church, which made me happy. Soo, we are into the first year of many, complete with the fund raiser coupon book that has already come home to start selling--hum...

Paitently waiting! Climbing aboard!

Also, ms. A started our co-op pre-school this week. She is learning about the alphabet, the seasons, and apples. She mostly likes it, but doesn't like doing "homework" with me. So sad!

First day!

Working in her journal before coming home with me.

I didn't plan it out well. A has pre-school in the morning and T has kg in the afternoon, but thank goodness for naps--In theory, I should get at least an hour of quiet time a day. I might actually get something done--or a nap:)

Lastly, on Saturday I did my first 1/2 marathon. My girlfriend, A, and I have been running together since January or February and this race was our goal. She is actually a much better runner than I am, so it wasn't a big deal for her. We ran together all spring and summer and I got to where I could mostly keep up with her:) The week before the race we drove the course so we'd know what to except--too many hills--but it was better to know. I wasn't sure what to expect, and it was definitely hard, but I'm happy to say I survived, I kept up with A until she left me on a hill at mile 8, I ran the whole time, and I did beat the guy pushing his one year old in the stroller (but it was iffy for a while). I did, however, get passed on the last mile by a guy in his 60's that (I found out after) was running with a broken toe--nice! Both A and I got 3rd for our age groups (that's right, she's older than me and faster as well.) S brought the girls out to cheer me on at the end--very fun!

Us with our metals. S made fun of me because I was the only runner not in shorts.

A's goal for the next year--A marathon!

My goal for the next year--have another baby!

S's goal for me for the next year--A marathon!