Boy at Beach with Cast

It is exactly one hour and twelve minutes until the start of our town's annual triathlon/duathlon. Dave is competing in the duathlon and is presently down at the water's edge depositing his bike and setting up his gear. At some point we will make our way to the race and cheer on Daddy as he slogs his way through the competition. Lucky for him it is a cool morning. Because the race directly interferes with all mass times in our town we went to church last night at 5pm. 5pm mass is always a killer for little ones and I spent the Gospel on outside simultaneously watching Ben and Joseph, admiring the 3pm wedding party and listening for parts of the Mass. Somehow I fulfilled my Sunday obligation. The most eventful part of my self-excommunication was Ben's sudden need to pee. Knowing his propensity for peeing outdoors, we made our way to a tree and I allowed him to do his business. This was only the second time that Joseph had witnessed the event and he watched with amazement and, as I soon discovered, a great desire to be involved - he immediately rubbed his hands in the resulting puddle. No worries, I remembered the nearby Adoration Chapel and its accompanying washroom and sink. Anyway, gotta go as it is now one hour and seven minutes until race start. I'll post pictures later. The following pictures are from our first lake swim last week. Garbage Bag = Cast Protection

Depositing treasures in pocket.

Looking cute.

A deer fly just bit me on my left eyelid.

Warming up.

Observation post.

Always helpful.

Token picture of Mommy trying to look mildly athletic.