Moto GP!

Today I indulged in my manly side. I headed off to the Moto GP races with my husband, dad and brother. Grunt. Gideon hung back with grandma. Did I mention how wonderful she is? Moving on. We headed out around 10:30 for a day at the speedway. Honestly, while I was looking forward to a day sans kid, I wasn't quite looking forward to spending the day listening to the dull roar of a bunch of motorcycles and watching them race around a circle a million times. Bo-ring! Or so I thought. We got there and seated in time for the smallest bikes to begin. They sort of whine. It was fun to watch. Then I learned they were going roughly 160 MPH. Wow. And they were all of about 16 or so years old. Double wow. We saw a few crashes and close calls. Ok, kinda fun. By the time the big boys were racing, I was hooked! It was so fun! The best part was being seated to me in about 10 years. This family was there, mom, dad and 11 year old boy. He knew the racers names, their countries of origin, and everything about them. His excitement was contagious. And then I saw mom really getting into it. Clapping, yelling, knowing what was going on. Good for her. I started wondering if she was truly interested, or became interested when her boy decided it was neat. Either way, I was impressed! I began to envision Gideon and I doing neat things together. You know, when he becomes a kid? I imagine there is a world of things I'll become interested in as he grows up. Trains, race cars, football. Wow. And to be honest, I can't wait. I am so looking forward to that time in our lives where we have something we can share together. You know, something that isn't strained peas, which is what we currently share! What a day! Good times. We headed home just in time to meet Grandma on the road with our little guy out for a walk. I hopped out and walked back with them. She filled me in on the day's events for our boy. Naps, blocks, and hugs. And I filled her in on ours. Crashes, speed and crowds. It was one of those easily great days. One where you don't have to try too hard to have a good time. And it was just great! Roar! Grunt! I think I'm beginning to like this manly stuff!