brushing teeth, putting on shoes, jumping off of the couch, running across the kitchen, tossing a ball, setting the table, picking up trash.
heck, they even make buckling their seat belts into a winner takes all event.
sometimes (ok a lot of the time) it goes in one ear and out the next at the speed of light.
on and on and so on.
i'm sure there was some sort of "we are the champions, my friends" theme song running through their brains.
we talked a LOT about the thrill of the race. about being content if we didn't win. enjoying the process and the joy we can find in doing our best.
still, they talked about winning first place and how they would beat all of their friends.
nice. real nice, boys.
upon arriving, the boys found the trophies right off the bat.
clint and i gave one last attempt to remind our competitors that winning isn't everything.
"yea, i know mom. but those trophies are awesome! i'm gonna win all of those first place trophies!!"
we quickly discovered our holly-hobby designs weren't really all that awesome.
someone even carved out roll bars.
geeze, where do they get the time?
we all loved this leggo man...
and the angry bird car was a huge hit...
there was a lot of waiting. a LOT.
emery ate zillions of snacks and in a last ditch effort, we brought out the lolly pops round about hour 2...it provided a solid 1/2 hour of enjoyment for little missy sissy.
(ahem. excuse our hat hair. it was in rare form today :)
foster hurried over and said "oh rowan! did you see this trophy??? it's amazing! look, we can share it! hooray, we won a trophy!!!" little brother held the trophy proudly and i nearly died from my heart rejoicing to know at least a little bit of our "stop bragging" hounding sank in.
it was then time for mr. patient...can you tell how much he loved seeing his car race?
(checkout the lead bar i hot glued on right before the race. rowan thought it looked like a spoiler. he loved it.)