I Love Summer

Scott and I went on a date! A real date. One of my track club teammates came over along with her husband and they watched Bruce while Scott and I went out for dinner. We went to Grotto, a tiny Italian-Mediterranean restaurant downtown. There were only a few people there; there are only about 10 tables in the place anyway. Nice romantic spot. Anyway, we both ate some really amazing food. I was wishing I'd had my camera when they brought my food. And I had the desire to lick the plate at least twice. I held back - but it was sure tempting.

After dinner, we tried to go to a movie. We wanted to see Ocean's 13, but it sold out as we were standing in line. So we went home. The next morning we got up early and went to the beach. Bruce had been asking about the beach all week since he'd had so much fun last weekend. We packed our towels, shovels, buckets, and kite and headed to the ocean. The kite didn't work well that morning; it was gusty, but there was no steady wind. He played in the sand for a long time, then collected rocks and shells and stuck them in his pockets. Scott and I took turns running along the beach. Bruce did his share of running this weekend too.

The USATF Outdoor Track National Championships were on TV this weekend. Bruce and I were glued to the television on Saturday and yes, part of Sunday too. We watched Trenierre Clement win the 1500; I ran against her in high school in Ohio. Today we watched Josh McAdams win the 3000 steeplechase; he also grew up in Ohio, was one of a handful of Mormon athletes there, and sat in on a newspaper student-athlete photo shoot thing with me once. He transferred to BYU a few years after me and we ran there a year before I graduated. Anyway, we were stoked to watch people we know go out there and run really well - and win national championships.

Family Beach Date

Last week there were a few cool days: it felt like early spring all over again! The weather is so random here. One day we wore sweaters and the next we went to the beach in shorts - although long sleeves were nice with the cool sea breeze.

On Friday afternoon, we headed to the beach for a family date. We had a picnic, flew a kite, dug around in the sand, collected a few rocks and shells, and just hung out. After awhile, we packed our things and drove a mile to the start of a 5k road race.

The race is one of the many tiny hometown races around New England that I just love. Lots of cool people, good food, chatty runners, chill atmosphere, etc. Scott, Bruce, and I jogged it together. This was Bruce's first race in the stroller and he loved it. He kept saying, "Race! Runners! Fast!" We came in at 22:55, which isn't bad for lugging a stroller.

Holy Cannoli!

My brother, Dan, and his wife, Leslie, stopped in town this weekend. They stayed on Cape Cod for a few days and then wandered up the coast on Saturday to our place. We celebrated their short stay by going to the North End, a historic part of Boston with brick streets and lots of Italian restaurants. We walked by Paul Revere's house and the Old North Church, then stopped by Mike's Pastries for a famous cannoli.

The big news this week is that we are moving. We're not moving very far - just into a cheaper apartment. The new apartment is just as nice, but a little smaller and a lot cheaper. We're hoping to stash our cash so we can someday soon quit renting and actually buy a place. We are going to miss our current home: it has a great backyard, awesome neighbors, cool neighborhood, nice parks, and an enormous kitchen. We won't move until the end of July, so we'll send out our contact information then.

Tonight was the annual biophysics clambake at Harvard. Scott had lobster and I had grilled veggies. Bruce ate peas, corn on the cob, and cookies - you know, the good stuff. There was a jazz band playing there and Bruce watched them for a long time. Scott's clinical rounds are going well. Today he learned how to dilate eyes and do an eye exam: he couldn't drive home from the clambake because his eyes were still messed up from students practicing on him.

As for me, I'm busy with the daily grind of motherhood and digital camera reviews. Last week I took Bruce into the office so we could pick up a camera or something. He likes to play in the rec room, where there's a huge television hooked up to an Xbox with Guitar Hero cued up and ready to go. He can really jam - although he's looking pretty tired in this picture.

Bruce for President

Bruce for President.

I'm voting for this little guy for president. He now runs around the house yelling "Yes we can!" It's from a Bob the Builder CD we got from the library: "Can we fix it? Yes we can!" A positive attitude is a good quality in a president.