We started off the day in a tent full of these giant foam blocks.
And we did some sack racing. Both boys came very close to legitimately beating me.
Conner was Conner.
Alex and I took a stand.
Alex braved the pins of death.
And then the sort of moment every father dreams of happened; Alex and I picked up a disc and started throwing. We'd tried it before, but he used to throw like a little kid. But life was really good this weekend. Alex started throwing like a kid who played ultimate, and catching better than his father.
After about 45 minutes of throwing we went to get some water. I figured we were done, but Alex insisted on going back for more.
So basically we spent the rest of the afternoon throwing, running and catching.
Allison was pretty tired but she managed to put up with us for a few more hours.
All in all it was a good day.