Southbound and Down

We're loading it up and trucking! Leaving tonight for Christmas in Arizona: Flagstaff with the Francis' and Tucson with the Reid's. Can't wait, weather is less than fun up here.

Pack, travel, unpack, repack, travel.... it feels like an endless cycle of shuffling stuff from one vehicle to the next. Just back from Cyclocross National's in Bend, Oregon for four days where I met my goal of finishing in the top 8 so that I could start on the front row again next year when I hopefully had better fitness. But I exceeded my goals and finished on the podium, 3rd. Immediately after completing the late night drive back home I was unpacking the Honda and repacking the RV, and shuffling all that extra gear that was put there for storage. Up the stairs with a loaded bag of stuff, down the stairs with a different bag of stuff, repeat, then re-repeat.

Annie just finished here final final and so now we're free to go.

Beyond Blowout

Its funny now, and you wouldn't guess it but it was funny then too, and this is a good thing when you have a kid because when you laugh in front of kid, the baby laughs too, and the last thing you want in a crisis situation like this is a crying, squawking, kicking kid.

Just after breaky I noticed Kian's daiper had come undone and had slipped down into his pant leg. Its chilly in here, so I quickly unzipped his one-piece, pulled out the diaper, re-zipped and sent him on his way, diaper free -- one of Kian's favorite things. No more than 10-minutes later I rallied the boy to suit him up for the morning, and that's when I first caught wind of him. Uh oh, this could get messy. I slowly, carefully unzipped the onesie and to my horror it was like a napalm bomb or the guns of navarone went off in there. I was imagining myself on brain detail. But instead of being that race car at a red light, I was laughing pretty hard. Kian started laughing because I was laughing and so we had another one of our guy moments together, the kind that only a father and son could share. I would have laughed louder and longer had I been able to zip it up until mommy got home, but instead I snapped a photo, stripped, and then carried him into the shower with me, onesie and all. I would normally probably end the story here, but one more interesting moment came when I pulled him free of his poopy clothes and into the stream of the shower. I was thinking, "this isn't so bad", as well as how when you're a parent you have to think of poop as though its just dirt and you have to get elbow deep in the stuff once in awhile, but about then I felt this soft thud on my foot and I knew exactly what it was. I still haven't cleaned the mess in the shower up yet, but as much as I'd love to leave it for Annie I'd best take care of it soon.