From what I was told, Alex was really good about being dragged all over town during the race.  After some confused looks, he was finally excited to see us.

He was pretty much himself when I got done...

But holy man, I love that kid.

Grandma was nice enough to take him to the bathroom when we were hanging out after the race.  There was a slight aiming mishap and he came back with wet pants.  So, being the classy mom I am, I let him run around the Memorial Union Terrace pantsless.