He was a star!! (at least, that's what we his loud-mouth fans think)
Our throats were hoarse by the end of the day, but a triumphant Jimmy clutching his white, green, and blue (that's first place folks) ribbons was totally and completely worth the effort.
We laughed as he skipped through his running race, more concerned with keeping in stride with Caleb than beating the socks off him.
We screamed in victory as he won the three-legged race with Silas (pictured above) and earned the precious blue ribbon.
We giggled hysterically as he leapt around in a frilly red pillowcase.
We held our breath in anticipation as he balanced an egg on a spoon
And we went home, all of us a beautiful toasty red colour, with the taste of sweet victory lingering on our lips.
Gotta love competition.
I thrive on it.
Briiiiiing it on, little Preppies! Just you wait till next year...
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Of course, then we went home and had to bury our little puppy in the cold hard ground.
My childrens first experience with death. They did so well, and have just accepted it as a part of life. Which, of couse, it is. They're well aware of death, and what happens to a person's body when they die. They're also well aware of what happens to a person's soul when they die. And might I just add... Livvy has placed dibs on marrying "Daniel in the Lion's Den", so you can just choose someone else, thankyouverymuch.
Poor little Mac. We miss him so much. Except when we're rushing out the door, late for school (which hardly ever happens, admittedly. I have a phobia of being late for things)... then I'm extremely grateful that I don't have to chase him around and around and around and around and.... yep. Around. But I do miss scratching behind his hairy ears and having him under my feet as I go to hang out the washing. He was rather lovable.
Sigh.
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