Tailgating prior to our big, all-in-the-family, no one's left out cyclocross race at Kruger's Farm.
I'm not sure I would call this their game faces, but they were puttin' somethin' on.
A good action shot of "Daddy Doug" as he rounded the bend. [Note the frost in the background - it was officially COLD!]
"I thought we were going on a fun trip somewhere. What have you gotten me into?"
"If this kid tries to lick me, I'm done. I'm going home."
Kyle's favorite part of Daddy's race? The powdered donuts in the car. Typical.
Oh sure. This looks like a recipe for success.
When I asked Ryan if he was sad because it was cold, this was the face he gave me.
More donuts.
Did I mention that Daddy's races are like 45 minutes long? The boys preferred to play in the car rather than watch the race in the cold.
What's worse than being freezing cold and out of breath? Being freezing cold, out of breath, and covered in mud (and possible animal feces).
Two dudes and a dog, just sittin' around at the race. Note that Ryan is unecessarily wearing a helmet, but not wearing his boots, which are quite necessary.
Full. of. Joy.
What is this substance that is covering my hands? It appears mud-like. Daddy, wipe! Daddy, wipe! DADDY!!! WIPE!!!!!
Kona's first pig encounter. I don't know why it was shocking to me that in her 60 years (dog years), we could not remember another time that Kona had met a pig. The pigs were interested in her and Kona was fascinated by them. She was not as enthusiastic when the giant black rooster started stalking her, though.
So muddy. I'd like to say there is no one in front of him because he's at the front of the pack, but I couldn't say that with a straight face.
So. much. Mud.
Just what everyone wants to see... a big lady, covered in mud, being pulled by a big lady, covered in mud. Just smile through it. (P.S. That is our friend Stephanie and the Shanley Schnoodle in the background - both are more spry than these two old gals.
After the race, all Ryan wanted was to be warm and comfy in his PJ's.
Tailgating prior to our big, all-in-the-family, no one's left out cyclocross race at Kruger's Farm.
I'm not sure I would call this their game faces, but they were puttin' somethin' on.
A good action shot of "Daddy Doug" as he rounded the bend. [Note the frost in the background - it was officially COLD!]
"I thought we were going on a fun trip somewhere. What have you gotten me into?"
"If this kid tries to lick me, I'm done. I'm going home."
Kyle's favorite part of Daddy's race? The powdered donuts in the car. Typical. 
Oh sure. This looks like a recipe for success.
When I asked Ryan if he was sad because it was cold, this was the face he gave me.
More donuts.
Did I mention that Daddy's races are like 45 minutes long? The boys preferred to play in the car rather than watch the race in the cold.
What's worse than being freezing cold and out of breath? Being freezing cold, out of breath, and covered in mud (and possible animal feces).
Two dudes and a dog, just sittin' around at the race. Note that Ryan is unecessarily wearing a helmet, but not wearing his boots, which are quite necessary.
Full. of. Joy.
What is this substance that is covering my hands? It appears mud-like. Daddy, wipe! Daddy, wipe! DADDY!!! WIPE!!!!!
Kona's first pig encounter. I don't know why it was shocking to me that in her 60 years (dog years), we could not remember another time that Kona had met a pig. The pigs were interested in her and Kona was fascinated by them. She was not as enthusiastic when the giant black rooster started stalking her, though.
So muddy. I'd like to say there is no one in front of him because he's at the front of the pack, but I couldn't say that with a straight face.
So. much. Mud.
Just what everyone wants to see... a big lady, covered in mud, being pulled by a big lady, covered in mud. Just smile through it. (P.S. That is our friend Stephanie and the Shanley Schnoodle in the background - both are more spry than these two old gals.
After the race, all Ryan wanted was to be warm and comfy in his PJ's.
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