First Race

The local track club sponsors an all comers track meet every Tuesday throughout the summer, and one of the track events is a 50 yard dash for children under 10. Our friends had entered their daughter two weeks ago, and she loved it, so we thought we would enter our 2 1/2 year old. We had a picnic dinner and then the boy and his father wandered the track. It was cute, seeing them running about. Our little guy ran in the second to the last heat, and was so excited that his dad was running behind him that he kept looking back. He came in last in the heat, but had so much fun.

Not three heats later--the 100 yard dash for adults--a huge siren sounded. It was a tornado warning. We were under a tornadao alert and needed to seek "immediate shelter." Since the meet was held at Emory, we went into a nearby seminar room, where my husband set up the projector, and we watched Nick Jr. until the warning had ended.

Scooting Around

Our little boy has finally entered the world of movers and shakers--he has started scooting (and he scoots amazingly fast). He started trying to move when we were in AZ for the wedding, but when we got back home, he really started picking it up. Last night we picked him up after the temple, and he scooted across the floor to get me.

It simply means that I have to keep all dangerous things off the floor and have to be so much more aware of what he is doing. It doesn't help that he likes anything more than the safe baby toys: broken cars held together by scotch tape, plastic bags, power cords, dirty shoes, and such. Yesterday I pulled a wooden spoon (handle first) from his mouth. (And he wonders why he was choking!?)

For the film, I tried to get him moving, but he was content where he was--close to mom and the toys and he somehow knew I was trying to get him to do something, so he didn't. But it's not working so I'll have to try getting it up later.