We got to the grocery store in South Jordan (after a night of strategic pregnancy-piggyback riding practice) to see that we were racing 14 other couples. Most of which had women that were smaller than me and the men were bigger than Harrison (sorry, honey) and some were even dressed in sweats--ready to run. We started to get a little intimidated, but thank goodness I married a competitive man, because he definitely was focused on winning. Probably more on the fact that he just wanted to win rather than actually going to the concert, but I'll take whatever motivation he needed.
To make this already long story a little shorter, we smoked everybody!! We won front row tickets, backstage passes, and a year's supply of Vitamin Water. haha we were laughing all day about it. Our winning was all about the take-off. The wives had to start with feet on the ground, so most started a few feet behind their husbands who were standing up. I suppose they wanted to get a running start and jump up behind their husbands. Not us. Harrison started in a squatting position and because I couldn't jump on his back anyways (I have a huge belly in the way...) I stood right behind him, and when they yelled "GO!" it was only a matter of me leaning forward and we were off!! haha, I'm still laughing at the ridiculousness of it all...but at least I'll be laughing while I meet Carrie Underwood :)
A little late, but here are some pictures from our first Halloween together: