Swedish Festival 2017

As always we started out the Swedish Festival with the Dala Trot. Dada and Tio ran the 10K and Aba and Tia pushed the kids in the 2 miler while I ran. As always I was in it to win it (which is why I ran the shorter race) because I am greedy and want more Dala Horses. Two miles isn't long enough for me, but I sprinted away and managed to win and get a PR of 12:20, which was my goal the first time I ran a 2 mile race. Unfortunately, the race was poorly organized and a girl ran the 2 mile race but started with  the 10K, thus giving her an 8 minute head start and making her "win." It was obvious to everyone watching the race that this girl jogging in front of a bunch of guys sprinting wasn't actually the winner, but apparently the people in charge of the race weren't as smart and gave the horse to her. When it was pointed out what had happened they were very rude and basically told me they couldn't do anything about it. Needless to say I was pretty angry and as a result failed to take any pictures of the guys finishing, our family, or the HMC group in the shirts Chelsea made.

Shoes all ready for the race!

Aba, Tia, and ninos

Erin, Liz, and Julie

Aba beating Tia!

We ate Swedish pancakes after the race, but I was still so mad I couldn't even enjoy them. Clara and Emmett loved the sausage and fruit cup, but wouldn't touch the pancakes so Dada took one for the team and ate theirs!

We braved the heat and hit up the parade and the kids really enjoyed it. Emmett was enthralled by the trucks, and Clara loves everything about parades. The highlight was watching Lyla offer licks of her lollipop to Clara and Bailey! She's such a good sharer!

Lyla and Clara

Stroller brigade

Sharing her lollipop

Best seat around!

Strollers double as chairs

We checked out all the booths after the parade, signed Clara up for soccer (Emmett was really jealous and tried to take the soccer ball), bounced in the bounce house, and ate hot dogs and Dippin Dots. Emmett fell asleep with a hot dog in his hand and never woke up when I transferred him to his bead. I think that's a sign that it was a good morning!

Only at the Swedish Festival...