Ma ma runs, Da da bikes

This Saturday my little one clearly learned some new things about her parents.  We went to the alumni track meet in Claremont on Saturday.  I ran a few events while Abigail and Jake cheered.  She was taken with the track, to be sure.  As the racers passed her by she would point at them and scream "Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma", like "Get out there now -- you are missing it!".  Even though she was none too pleased with the prospect of running the munchkin 50 yard-dash, she proceeded to run laps around the infield once she was free.  She had to be carried away from the long jump pit at the end of the day.

Then Sunday came and we went out to watch Jake in a closed course bicycle race.  They had a 1000 kilometer loop that they traveled for 40 minutes.  With 75 riders in the field, it was pretty cool to watch.  Before the race Abigail and I were walking to the start and she was yelling at all the cyclists, "Da da da".  Once we found him she pointed to a bike and asked for the water bottle by making the popping noise that she uses to ask for a drink.  She sat in her stroller patiently for 40 minutes listening to the finish-line music and clapping for the passing peloton.

Before this weekend she would say Ma ma when she saw the running stroller and Da da when she saw a cycling helmet.  I think both concepts have new meaning now, which makes me smile.