After dinner, the kids were playing a game of tag, which lead into races. Dear Jesse, who can't stop being competitive for even a minute, needed to get in on the action. (Mind you, the kids range in age from 4 to 11... yet, my 31 year old husband couldn't resist the urge to compete.)
Here is how he attempted to even the score...

Eventually a piggy pile...
More races... dear sweet Chad found the urge to compete...
And vicious wrestling match where Tate learned that one little girl was a lot tougher than she looks...
What a beautiful evening!
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