Clot Trot

The son of Andy's boss has hemophilia, which is a blood disorder, so we walked in the clot trot for a mile with our kids. We even got shirts and snacks.Starting out on the clot trot! Elizabeth was in a hurry. She didn't want to lose. She was really worried about that, even though we told her there wasn't winners and losers.
See her face? She was in pain to stop and look at the camera for half a second. After this, she ran a little to catch up, which, I think, was right about where Olivia started running and fell down on both her knees. No blood, but quite a few tears. They ran out of shirts, so Elizabeth got a giant one and I got one too.
The crew. Well, except for me, of course.
The girls and Andy rode in his boss's cool old firetruck afterward too. See those clouds? The rain started as soon as we got into our house.

Bonus story about the firetruck:
The summer I was just building Elizabeth (ie: she was -7 months) Andy and I drove the firetruck in the Fourth of July parades in Pasco and Kennewick. We were "lucky" enough for the Pasco one to be directly in front of the cheerleading kids singing, "Oh, Mickey, you're so fine..." over and over and over. It was GREAT! Anytime it bugged me, I ran the siren. That fixed the headache....