We had a Cinco de Mayo party in the courtyard last week. It was pretty sweet. Sack races:
Berkle must have missed the gun...
The demographics were a little different in Littler's heat.
Littler thought the whole point was to be in a bag, and at that she excelled heartily. She just stood there looking very proud of herself.
Even the daddies got into the action. Daddy won the sack race, probably the absolute pinnacle of his life's achievements to date.
We even did a three-legged race. Daddy and Little tied Christofferson and Tarlie for first place, though both teams had suspect tactics. That fact didn't diminish their pride at the finish line, incidentally.
Littler ran in a foot race...
...about halfway through people started cheering as the older kids crossed the finish line. Littler got excited that she was getting such loud cheers, so she stopped and raised her fist like a champion boxer. She even spun and did a little [pirate-dead-leg] victory prance for the crowd. She never actually finished the race... details!
In a race of old nerdy grad student daddies, Daddy narrowly won the 40-ish-yard dash. That makes him 3-for-3 in events at the courtyard party, which he explains makes him a superstar. Total courtyard hall of fame material.
Little takes Maleb down.
Littler visualizes disemboweling the pinata penguin [a traditional Mexican icon if there ever was one].
[lots of pictures of other courtyard kids--let us know if you want them!]