In this house we are all pretty competitive. I'm not one of those mothers who thinks everyone on the little league team deserves a trophy for participating. Work hard and if you're not too good at it work harder. There will always be room to be better whether it sports or Parcheesi (my very favorite game). Last year Maggie (age 14 and 5'6") did gymnastics for the first time. She was very nervous being in the beginner class with 6-7 year olds while the teenage cheerleaders from a neighboring town were practicing at the same time. They had a glass wall so parents could observe and I'd be fibbing if I told you I didn't chug laugh a time or two. But the reality was I was envious of Maggie--her determination to try it because she always wanted to. And truthfully I think it changed her life. She does back handsprings and flippy things that look like she has been at it all along.
Where am I going with this? I'm not sure as my train of thought has vanished. I have a bad cold, the kind that makes you breathe with your mouth open and drool hot tea down your chin and not care.
Anyhow here is a contest we do each year, this year everyone wanted to play. Though Henry just wants to keep digging up his seeds to see if they are still there. There is no prize for that.
Participants can choose soil combination (chicken manure or not, rocks, shavings, potting soil), tomato seed type, and where to place their pot. Prizes are for first seedling to appear and first tomato. I like Hadley's pot with the yellow submarine.
Hmmm I wonder who will win, as the kids will forget to water then give it a gallon a day until mold forms on the soil.
Sam, why are you looking at me like that? He wants to win I think.