Daddy go bikin'

In the last two summers, Brent has really taken to biking. His loves extends from commuting to work (a 50 minute trip one way - don't know how he does it!) to mountain biking. Early Saturday mornings often find him mountain biking with friends. Embrie's understanding of all this is simple, "Daddy go bikin' " For awhile, in fact, anytime she saw anyone on a bike when we were driving, she just assumed it was Brent and would yell, "Go Daddy!"

This summer he again participated in the NE Cornhusker State games. Of course, I gamely carted both kids there to cheer him on. The course was two laps. Embrie was heartbroken when Brent raced by and didn't stop.


With the other mothers and kids, we set up camp at the finish line. The weather was a little cool - perfect for a race and being outside. Embrie was distracted by the other kiddos and snacks. Lewis, well, he slept through the whole thing.

When Brent raced by to the finish, Embrie saw him ride by but didn't quite get out her cheer in time. That didn't stop her, she called out anyway, "Go, Daddy," and ran to meet him at the finish. Now, because I am the wife I can tell you he did great - earned the silver metal for his division!