
I got up Saturday morning at 7 a.m. so excited because Curtis was heading down to Bountiful to compete in a Triathlon and the kids and I were going to be at the finish line with a banner and treats to congratulate him (with losts of kisses). I warned the kids ahead of time that we would need to stay on the ball with our Saturday morning chores so we could get to Bountiful in time to see Dad finish. I was getting nervous around 9:30 that we weren't ready to go because I figured that the swimming would take him the longest and I knew he would cruise with the biking and running. Kiera was screaming bloody murder because she was so hungry and had to wait, that doesn't happen very often so she was p.o.'d. I made a huge mistake of taking more time to do my girls hair all cutesy-I should have cared more about what time it was. You know how you imagine something in your mind and you are fixated about it. Well I wanted all of us to be cute and well-groomed for Curtis and taking pictures with him. Just as we were leaving the phone rang and it was Curtis saying he just finished and was coming home. AAAHHH! I had a little meltdown and started to cry because it was a big deal to me to be there when he finished. He said it was just fine and he would celebrate with us when he got home. I have to wake up to this reality-I have a new baby and she is my 5th child, corners are going to have to be cut somewhere. From now on I am keeping a brush, hairspray and some headbands in my car! Curtis-we couldn't be prouder of you, I can't believe you finished in 2 hours for your first time. You didn't even train for it, and you seemed like you could go do it again when you got home. Way to go Sweetie for accomplishing a big goal of yours. I hope you know how much we love you and what a great example you are to me and our children! Thanks for being so understanding and knowing just how to calm me down and make me feel better when I am out of sorts. I love you.