Labor Day is a big deal in our town. It is Tomato Days. We started the festivities early with the 5k Race.
It was cold that morning! Ricky and Tommy hung out with my mom in the cultural hall waiting for the baby contest. We weren’t sure how long the 5k would take so Mom helped us out.
The photographer lady kept coming back to our stroller and taking pictures of our boys. I guess they don’t get crazies parents racing with double strollers often.
The race … well, it sucked for me. I let Kevin run it because I’m that nice. For my good deed, I got to push a stroller with 60 lbs of kids, one who insisted on tormenting the other one, a stroller that had one tire go completely flat and the other not far behind, for 3.1 miles. We may not try that again soon.
But I did finish in just enough time to get into the building and see this …
And to hear, “Baby Prince goes to … Tommy Pendleton!” I was a very proud momma. Here he is later in all his royal glory …
I love the crown!
That’s all of his prizes … it’s a big deal, you know. (wink*wink)
Rusty also was entered. He was the youngest one in his age group and a talking two-year old is hard for a 19 month old to beat. He was cute anyway.
Ricky was bored by this time.
And Kevin and Billy had post-race-donut induced highs.
The rest of the day included playing at the park, looking at some huge produce, watching some barrel racing, playing at home with Cousin Danny, and grilling some hamburgers – topped with Hooper grown tomatoes.