Bringing it home...

Donning our finest, sparkliest gay apparel for the festive Jingle Bell Run

This past Sunday was the Jingle Bell Run, and once again, our little guy entered the one-mile distance and finished it in 17:49. Taking into account the nasty spill he took just before the finish line in the previous race (that likely cost a good 30-seconds), this means he had an improvement of roughly 8 seconds from the Wobble & Gobble. Whoooo-hoooo!  Break out the sippy cups and apple juice!  Mama and daddy are so, so proud!  :-)

A few pics of the super duper fun day:

Because our zippy little boy doesn't stop (not entirely true, but...), every picture we have of race day is a blur!

Ry Ry approaching the finish line and finishing strong!   

A final PS (and just what you've all been waiting for)....a Toe Update!!! Though I'm still growing out 2 toenails lost during the Hilo Marathon last March, I have just lost two more.  My toes have never looked finer.  And by finer, I mean more disgusting.  Still, they're kind badges of honor, you know?  Like scars.  You earned 'em.  So I'm not painting over them, they're there to say- Mama ain't fast...but mama can run until her toenails turn purple and die!  I better trademark that, because THAT is clearly a winner of a marathon t-shirt quote!