Participant

I ran in my first race at the tender age of 1 (well, almost 2) on the 4^th of July. The Macklind Mile that Daddy ran had a Kids Quarter Mile Dash. This would be the farthest I've ever run before (the one-year-old's equivalent of a half marathon), but I wasn't too worried because I can walk really far.

Me and Daddy before the race

My race number was almost as big as I am. Once I figured out what was going on the race was very exciting.

I ran the entire way without stopping, and I even accelerated towards the finish (which is more than I can say for Daddy). As I approached the finish line the crowd roared, making it even more exciting. Mom & Dad recorded an amazing video of this part of the race, but I decided to delete it from Mommy's phone before we could share it with anyone. So you'll have to settle for the race photo.

Me nearing the finish line. Photo by tykanoya.

You can see my main one-year-old competition off to the right in the photo. He was in the lead for a while, but towards the finish he decided he wanted to turn around and run the other way. But I knew what to do because I watched Daddy run through the finish line before my race started.

As you can see from the ribbon they gave me at the finish line, I was indeed a participant. I can't wait to do this again.

Fun and Games

It's all fun and games lately. My new favorite thing is to stand up on the bed and fall backward. I could do that for hours (and sometimes I do).

Now that the weather is warm we're spending even more time outside having fun.

But we still know how to have fun indoors.

Play ball

It must be spring. We've taken a couple walks to the ball field.

And Grandma taught me something really cool.

Where's William?

I'm getting good at this peek-a-boo game.