Little Brett and Daddy waiting for the 2 and under contest judging.
Yes, Kaci has her pacifer in her mouth.
Happy Brett.
We're losers, but we sure are cute!
Kaci
Grrr ... I'm a GiraffeMy children are losers.
As we all are at some point of our lives.
It might sound harsh, but it’s true. Some of us have lost participating in sporting events. Others have lost in 4-H showmanship contests, playing video or board games and even the lottery.
My little girls’ first loss, however, came at the Gypsum Fall Festival’s Halloween contest.
Not a big deal? Oh contraire.
For years, I prided in the fact that I’d win this contest. I won as Oscar the Grouch, wheeling around the auditorium in a real trash can. I was a Smurf, with my face painted blue. I was Snoopy on a bike turned Red Baron airplane, a hula dancer with a real grass skirt, Michael Jackson with a microphone and the headless horseman on a stick horse.
All first places, mind you.
But this year, the girls’ first year, I didn’t prepare. I bought two cute giraffe outfits and figured that might work.
Boy, was I wrong. We lost to a book worm, which consisted of a mother pushing her baby in a umbrella stroller with a big cardboard book gracing the front.
Second place was Little Bow Peep with her “sheep” dog covered in white cotton balls. Coming in third was a sleeping bumble bee thing.
As for the girls, well, they handed us a bag of complimentary M&M’s, and we were on our merry way.
Oh, the pain. I’ve been bothered ever since at my poor attempt to dress the girls for their first official contest. I’ve failed my competitive nature. More than anything, I’ve failed as a mother.
No worries. I’m already making plans for next year. We won’t lose.
And, no, I’m not telling my grand plan.
It might sound harsh, but it’s true. Some of us have lost participating in sporting events. Others have lost in 4-H showmanship contests, playing video or board games and even the lottery.
My little girls’ first loss, however, came at the Gypsum Fall Festival’s Halloween contest.
Not a big deal? Oh contraire.
For years, I prided in the fact that I’d win this contest. I won as Oscar the Grouch, wheeling around the auditorium in a real trash can. I was a Smurf, with my face painted blue. I was Snoopy on a bike turned Red Baron airplane, a hula dancer with a real grass skirt, Michael Jackson with a microphone and the headless horseman on a stick horse.
All first places, mind you.
But this year, the girls’ first year, I didn’t prepare. I bought two cute giraffe outfits and figured that might work.
Boy, was I wrong. We lost to a book worm, which consisted of a mother pushing her baby in a umbrella stroller with a big cardboard book gracing the front.
Second place was Little Bow Peep with her “sheep” dog covered in white cotton balls. Coming in third was a sleeping bumble bee thing.
As for the girls, well, they handed us a bag of complimentary M&M’s, and we were on our merry way.
Oh, the pain. I’ve been bothered ever since at my poor attempt to dress the girls for their first official contest. I’ve failed my competitive nature. More than anything, I’ve failed as a mother.
No worries. I’m already making plans for next year. We won’t lose.
And, no, I’m not telling my grand plan.
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