Citius! Altius! Fortius!

This morning Maren and Daddy competed in the first annual Daddy-Daughter Olympics put on by our church at a local park. Despite temperatures hovering around 60 degrees and wet grass leftover from last night's rain, we showed up so that Maren could have her first taste of dominating the competition. Okay, so we knew that Maren would probably be too little to truly compete in most of the events, but we went anyway. Quin wanted to have team uniforms so last night I got out the stamps and acrylic paint and whacked out a couple of shirts to his specifications.
Both of the shirts say "TEAM GERMAN" on the front, Maren's in pink and Quin's in black. We wanted to put "The Destroyer" on the back of Maren's shirt but it was just too long to fit, so we went with this instead:
We thought it appropriate. Maren mostly just wandered around looking adorable and being loved on by the older girls who were there with their dads. We did have to put her sweater back on her after a while because it was just too darn cold, but I think the other teams got the message that the Germans were there and they were ready to win. Here's the back of Quin's shirt:
100% inappropriate for a church activity, right? We thought it was pretty funny. I'm not sure if we amuse anyone else as much as we amuse ourselves? Yeah, probably not.
Unfortunately, we had to leave the Olympics after just 3 of the 5 events and before the lunch. Maren has a drippy nose and a cough as it is, and she was wet from playing in the grass and spilling juice down her front, all of which resulted in a slightly sticky, cold, crabby little girl. It was also getting to be naptime, so we packed up the hound and the baby and came home. We'll probably spend the rest of the day in various states of nappage (Quin, Maren and Bronco) and puttering about the house (Me) until tonight, when we're going over to some friends' house to watch the BYU football team lose. Have a great Saturday!