Pilgrims' Home

Well, I knew the day would come when dad and I would leave mommy and the house behind for our first father-son trip. Little did I know the day would come so early in my life and in a mini-van to boot. WE packed up the ol' family van on Friday morning (mommy was eager to get us packed and out the door), and we went to Great Grandma McCabe's 75th birthday party in Sioux Falls, SD. I can't believe mom trusted dad to feed me, watch me, and dress me (in appropriate clothing) for three days. But away we went on our first road trip! I love road trips. Movies play, naps are to be had, and Burger King is for lunch. I love the endless supply of ketchup and fries (they come in a box called a frypod - can you believe my dad let me eat this stuff?) We arrived in Sioux Falls at 3pm and went to see Althea's parents, Dawn and Andrew Burnett at the church. I played in the nursery for two hours, and Dawn, Andrew, and daddy would pick up after my mess! This is the life! Finally, we ended ...

I woke up last Sunday morning to a missing father. I kept yelling to mommy that "daaaddddyy is gone" but she oddly looked at me as if she didn't understand my speech. Anyway, I came to find out that he was running a marathon (which is a big word that means "a long distance"). We went to watch daddy. At first I wondered if he was running away from home, and I thought mommy, grandma, papa and I were going to bring him back. But then he ran toward us, and when we saw him, mommy cheered him on and let him run right past us (see picture of me pointing as he leaves us). Come to find out, he was not running away from home nor was anyone chasing him, but daddy was running a race. Anyway, from start to finish he took 4.10.42 to run that marathon. Good job daddy. The world thinks you are crazy. (and you missed church). Petra's daddy, Jeff, ran the marathon really fast - 3.55. Good job Jeff. You are even more crazy. At the end of the race, the runners were cold and cra...