Sunday the Carrillo household woke up early for Edu's first race as a papa. Ever since we found out we were expecting a wittle baby, Edu has talked about how they'll be at the races we run and soon they'll be winning the Kid's 1K fun runs that go on before (or sometimes after) the grand events. He can't get enough of that - it's so cute to imagine Santi all growed up with a little race bib on! He, however, was not super stoked about leaving the house early. Actually, that's a lie. He didn't care. He was happy to be fed, well rested, and bundled up for wherever-the-heck we were headed.
Grandma and Grandpa Matthews (my papa and mama) joined us on this crispy, sunny Sunday morning race. It was fun doing something "normal" that we have done so many times without baby, and now we're joined by this fun little guy! I tried doing everything just as I have always done: be the photographer, take hubby's pre-race photo, wait at the starting line, snap a dozen good ones, hang out in the meantime, catch the first placers, count them to see where Edu is, and scream "TE AMOOOO" (I love you in Spanish) when I see Edu nearing the finish, then photograph his arrival 8 times to see if I get a good shot or not.
Of course, having a baby changes everything, so here's what really happened: arrive a little late to the race since papa bear was a sleepy one and couldn't get himself to arise when the alarm clock sound, grab his pre-race gear and shove it in a stroller, meet with grandma/grandpa, stand in the sun while papa Carrillo does a quick warm up pre-race, take a picture (maybe?), wait at the starting line, take a bunch of pictures with grandma holding onto stroller, hang out, use the restroom a few times, walk around Sports Authority with baby in stroller, get a mini-panic attack when baby Santiago decides to fuss a little in the store, move stroller around to soothe him, wait at the starting line for the first place finishers, hear baby ask for breakfast, accept grandma's help in getting the nursing cover on and baby latched onto his endless supply of milk, hand camera over to grandpa to take pictures, also put grandpa in charge of counting the finishers to see where Edu places, see Edu while I somewhat struggle to get baby to catch under a cover with all my layers of clothes on (sorry, Santi), let out a mini-shout not to freak out the baby but to support the hubby, continue to feed as all 3 of us look like lost deer, hunting with all our might for papa, the runner (Pumita would have helped us look for papi but he was lost in a breastfeeding frenzy and didn't really know what was going on).