During the 2012 Summer Olympics, we hosted Baby Olympics. This year, it was time for Toddler Olympics. The events were slightly more sophisticated than the Cheerio Scramble from Baby Olympics. We kept it small (like, miniscule) as now with siblings arriving on the scene, chaos can ensue... and quickly.
Fraser was very excited for Toddler Olympics and in fact practised his figure skating moves at Nana & Papa's... both solo and pairs.
"I skating!" |
"I skating with Nana!" |
Let the games begin.
Sit-on-couch-and-throw-balls-into-a-laundry-basket (that's an official, sanctioned Olympic event right?)...
Laundry Basket Bobsled (how all bobsledders got their start I'm SURE)...
And the Penguin Waddle (invented and requested by Fraser himself)...
Liam preferred the Penguin Waddle as more of a spectator event... which was simply adorable. (I understand, Liam. I would want to steer clear of the bash brothers (term coined by Chels) too).
Any successful event with kids (and let's face it- PEOPLE), must include food. So, why not make it festive in the most simple way possible? Like, I mean soooooo simple here folks.
Olympic rings...
Healthier Olympic rings...
Olympic rings on pizza...
The rings are all pizza-appropriate toppings except the blue things... those would be skittles. And also olives... those things are like poison. But otherwise... totally pizza-appropriate toppings. |
Do you think that's enough versions of Olympic rings? How about some medals to mix it up. Everyone's a winner with Oreo, licorice, and gum medals...
Let's see a side by side...
hahaha.
I love how REAL they kept it in the following photo (take special note of Fraser's super impressed expression)...
When attempting to get a group photo, Fraser was being, well, two, and did not want to smile on command (the HORROR!)...
Enter Carianne and her brilliance. She wisely whispered in Fraser's ear, "Your mommy will give you candy if you smile" and INSTANTLY, Fraser's face lit up.
Look out 2016. Summer Kid Olympics is coming, and no more of this cooperative-kiddie-everyone-wins stuff. These kids will be 3 and 4 years old by then, and the games will be ON!
*Actually, that was a lie. The flu was much worse. Like, HORRID. But luckily for me, Lowell was a rockstar single parent, and Dr. Dad lives two blocks away and makes house calls and deliveries. I suppose I'm still a lucky girl... even while puking my guts out. ;)