The speedster drivers are getting ready for their annual antique car race tomorrow and kicked off the festivities with a barbeque tonight. Uncle Bobby and Aunt Jane drove into town (since my dad and Bobby are driving one of the cars) and I grabbed a few quick pics while everyone else was eating.
“We found BobBob’s car, mama, this is the one!! Can we drive it?” (Um, no, but you are allowed to sit in it):
BobBob thought it was pretty fun to drive the girls around the parking lot. I think they agreed. Bobby and I were dying laughing because we had to stealthily push the car for quite a ways to get it away from the barbeque first (didn’t want to have it roar to a start in the middle of the emcee’s talk):
Afterwards, while the girls were giddily playing on the grass, Ro ran full-speed and face-first into an L-shaped pole that stuck up out of the ground. The cement-plugged end was right at face height and she crashed into it with a sickening “pop” sound. Ugh. Little sweetie was a trouper, and it looks like everything will be fine, but it scared us to death. She has two small holes below her bottom lip and a gash that’s starting to turn purple inside her lip. We dashed out of there without even saying goodbye to my parents and got popsicles at a nearby grocery store then told her to keep them on her lip. Fed them to her and her lucky twin sister all the way home.
She says it doesn’t hurt at all now, but that might just be the 14 mini-popsicles they sucked down between the two of them. Hope everything looks ok in the morning. We’ll be at the Speedster Run finish line tomorrow and should be able to grab some neat pics of the awesome cars roaring past. Good luck to all the drivers!
PS: Please ignore the incredible mess in the car. And the duct tape on the cup holder that one of the girls snapped off right before we were leaving on a road trip. I’d tell you that it doesn’t always look that way, but that would be a lie.