Punchy-tired

We are wiped out from the big weekend activities.  Q rode the cars again in the Challenge Day race.  This year the founder, Leo, had added a seat back for the boy to be strapped to.  They used it last weekend in a different city for a kid with similar physical presentation.  It was so fun!  Q had a moose head wraparound neck support, and he grabbed onto the car right away and just rode like he was in charge, man. 

When he wasn't riding, he was having a rest in the van with G (so cute, the pair of them all sprawled out), or even better, helping G or E drive this.  There wasn't a roof on it, and the steering and brakes were located on sticks at the hips of the riders, rather than out in front as handlebars.  He loved, loved, loved it.  I've been thinking about how to get him on the road on a bike, and this would be one awesome option.  There was a bag at the back, strung between the two joined bikes.  It would easily hold most everything Q would need for a day out.  Amazing how much fun he had as soon as he was in motion.  He's definitely a little adrenaline junkie in an uncooperative body. 

We're waiting for the modification piece for his backpack - how cool will that be!?  It's been a few days since I ran - have to get back to that tomorrow.  Since running longer distances and doing so more consistently, plus walking lunges, etc., I can easily tell a difference between last summer and this:  Q is easier to hoist and easier to haul in the pack.  How nifty, right? 

Now to figure out the next bits of life:  G and K got running shoes today, inspired by E's PT successes which correlate mostly to her shoes, though the exercises sure are helpful.  G went parallel parking this afternnon and needs a viola bow and would love to have a new violin bow as well.  The last violin bow he tried and thinks still would fit best was more than $700.  Gulp.  So we'll be praying over this - the viola that came from Goowill and makes such nice sound.  ;o)  The house windows need screens and I need a big, bad, load of dirt to come here, be free, and make friends with the rocks.  Until the dirt tosses the rocks out, on sheer principle.  So there, rocks!  Heh.  I'm afraid I've constructed all kind of scenarios in which the rocks just go poof.  Of course, so far, the best way is to have cousins over and to announce that anyone who plucks a weed or moves a rock will get a penny apiece.  K, of course, is the fastest - I owe her almost $4 so far!  And the other girls each made some money off me too.  Hooray!

The Zyrtec has taken over.  Q's quiet so time to sleep!  XO