And so might Luca.
Albeit very early days regard practicalities and considerations, I'm considering running my first marathon next year. And to add a slightly epic twist I'd mused the idea of running it Stateside with Lucy. And with my elder sibling already jumping on the idea, the youngest female Stewart (Kelly) has rather surprisingly shown a keen interest too.
California's tantalising "Big Sur" has disappointingly already been ruled out due to an oversubscription for 2014. However, the 3.79 million square miles of the United States hold endless marathon possibilities, such as the already discussed Redwoods Marathon, which in turn has piqued Luca's interest. "Big trees Dad?"
With the promise of visiting grand scale forests, visiting his US cousins and eating marshmallows aboard an aeroplane with round windows (I'm still unsure as to how we reached the latter considerations) Luca is driving the idea forward in his own inimitable style. So rapid were his ideas on the trip as we drove to Peterhead today I fully expect to have been manipulated into taking him to Disneyworld instead by next week.
Ah, yes, Peterhead. Today was Luca's first football tournament of the new season. A subtle summer Sunday greeted our arrival, and despite a surprisingly sleepy Luca unenthusiastically rolling out the car door, he generally performed pretty well. Two goals, he also hit the post a few times, had a few close calls and worked hard for his team. Well, quite hard. Hard-ish. OK, he broke into an effeminate skip once or twice.
Not a great picture above, but that kitchen mop atop his head does rather differentiate him from his peers. The image below, however is a little more concise:-
Also taken today, our future David Attenborough quickly identified the coastal town of Peterhead to be a site of great natural interest, as he described in detail the tiny organisms native to our coastline. I don't take him exploring enough. His soul seems most enraptured when engaging with the many other living curiosities of this world.
Mum and Aunt Mary paid a visit yesterday. A visit graciously received, if only for the highly amusing spectacle of both (former) Sowerby girls meeting Harvey for the first time. "Oooh, he's just solid muscle" observed Aunt Mary as she gingerly prodded at the cumbersome creature. It was akin to watching the Egyptian Plover bird picking at the meat stuck in a crocodiles teeth, all the while knowing such interaction could spell tragedy at any moment.
Oh, and Luca's not short sighted after all. Having atypically failed to mention this (and so many other other noteworthy's) in my last entry, I must pay heed now. It turns out children's eyes are a curiosity and he actually has no need for the amusing pair of NHS specs he owns. Or is that optician speak for "we cocked up his first examination"?
To finish, another image of young Miller, emailed today by his proud Mother Kelly. Although barely at burping age I see no harm in deciding on his doppelgänger even at this early juncture. So, does anyone else see a chubby Steven Tyler?
**Useless fact of the day - "Psycho" was the first movie to show a toilet flushing**
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