Well, the bloom is off the rose when it comes to track. It was fun the first day last week, when there were tons of kids running around in the gym. Practice on Monday, however, was an eye-opening experience. Two full laps around the track as a warm-up. Then a group stretch for 10 minutes. Then two 300 meter races. Then two 200 meter races. Then two 100 races. And finally, one 50 meter race. Now, that's A LOT of running for a little kid, particularly one who's not used to it. There were tears shed. At one point, a female coach had to take him by the hand and led him to his start off point. And he didn't go willingly. And of course, he was the last in every single race. He was 100% miserable by the end of practice on Monday. On Wednesday, I'd say he was only 95% miserable. Supposedly, they'll eventually do the 'field' part of 'track and field.' I keep trying to encourage him that he'll do better on the softball throw, but it's hard keeping him enthused about it. (Getting the official track club t-shirt does help, however.)

Eric is currently listening to soft-70s rock in the kitchen while he makes a low-country boil, AKA a 'frogmore stew'. He actually has the day off tomorrow. He has spent the past few days inventorying weapons, getting his anthrax shots updated, and preparing for parades, concerts and change of command ceremonies. Saturday he gets to do a parade in Evans County, GA for a Rattlesnake Roundup. Yee-haw!