An Epic Evening

Dun du du Dun du DUUUUUUUN!

(Imaginary Trumpets)

Announcing….

Pinewood Derby!

Last night was our yearly jaunt with the scouts and leaders to try to get a hunk of wood to fly down the track like a rocket.
So…Much…Fun!

Bryce has been looking forward to this for a couple of months.

Honestly, I was worried.

As you may have noted from my previous regularly whining posts, Josh has not been home much lately. I was pretty worried about how I was going to help Bryce create a derby car that would get down the track in one piece, let alone do it as fast as lightning.

Thankfully, I have incredible parents. My dad came and picked Bryce up a couple of nights a week and took him to their house to work on the car (this kept my other kidlets from being in the middle of everything which would have been a problem).

They sanded and buffed and cut and drilled and came up with a pretty smoking slab of pinewood. Bryce named his car “The Phoenix” and decided on number 98 as his lucky number.

And there must have been magic in the graphite they used (can pixie dust disguise itself as graphite?) because the night was Kismet. Bryce’s car shredded up the track and he ended up taking first place. He was pretty thrilled.

 I was proud of Bryce because he put so much effort and good hard work into making the best car that he could. He sanded for long periods, he painted and designed the logos on his own.  He shook the graphite bag containing the wheels whenever he wasn't doing anything else.  He put a lot of time into his car.

Also, my father is amazing.  After all these years (it’s been nearly 10 years since the last time he had to put together a pinewood derby car), looks like Grandpa’s still got it! Thanks, Dad.