Constant Motion

This was the weekend of constant motion. Come to think of it pretty much every weekend is one of constant motion. We aren't exactly a family that sits around. I'd hazard to guess that over the course of a typical weekend, we probably don't spend much ore than an hour at a time at the house.

Today is a perfect example. The day started with the Little Boy's baseball game (he went 2-4, pitched one solid inning and caught). Afterwards we went out for lunch and then the Little Girl and I rode our bikes for about 45 minutes. After that, we headed down to the infamous Dipsea Steps (which number 600). In one of the more astonishing things I have evr seen -- the Little Girl, who recently turned seven, ran the Dipsea steps with her mother, and the proceeded to do a 4.5 mile, fairly technical trail run. Most adults would struggle with this, let alone a 7 year old. I asked her if it was difficult and her response: "No way. It was fun. It was like an adventure in the woods." Afterwards when we got home, she spent about a half hour running laps around the house.

She brings new meaning to the phrase crazy energy.

Anyway, fun weekend. Yesterday's highlight was spending a majority of the day at Stinson Beach, on a perfect Indian Summer Day.

Life is definitely good. And to top it wall off: clean neck scan on Friday, or so I was led to believe by the technician. Official results to come in a day or two.