Pinewood Derby

About 3-4 weeks ago the boys came home from scouts on cloud nine. They had received their derby cars! The highlight of a 8 year olds life. However, it is not the highlight of a mom of 5 small boys life. They begged, and pleaded, and bugged the living daylights out of Chet and I to make their cars. It never made the priorities list, so they just didn't get done. The derby was going to be on Saturday morning, weigh in at 9:15 am. Thursday night Chet cut the cars (really just cut the car in half at an angle, what the boys wanted) and the boys painted them. Friday night on date night, Chet tells me that we need to find some weights somewhere for the boys cars. We needed diapers so we ran to WalMart. While there, Chet ran into a scout of his (16) but we kept on our way. The scouts dad hunted us down knowing what we were looking for. He gave us his two scents on what to do to make the car fast. We were mostly just trying to get outta there. Chet finally told him, we have to go, we are paying a sitter by the hour. Chet came home and they finished the cars with weights and wheels (using some of the hints Bro Scott shared). When we got there, we were really sad that they had put the boys in the same race. There were 39 cars, only 3 race at the same time, and they put them together. As if twins don't already have to share and compete at everything. Chet leaned over to me and said, well, look at it this way. At least one of the boys will get to beat someone, even if it's just his brother. They were off... and they were OFF!!! The boys cars were SUPER fast. Carter beat Carson. They were told that each car got at least 8 runs. Car after car after car after car raced down the tracks. Race after race Carter and Carson kept winning their heats. Carson somehow got paired up with Carter again, and lost again. It was sad, but Cars was a really good sport. Chet and I were afraid that Cars getting beat twice would knock him out of the running for the winning race. When they popped up the final 6, both were in. Carter was in race one. WIN! Carson was in race two. WIN! Then it was on. Carter Parker vs Carson Parker for the overall win, 1st and 2nd. Their only losses were Cars to Carter, twice. They took off, and Carter won again. It was really exciting. The men were hillarious, and Chet was on cloud nine. It's like a measure of their manhood. Sad thing was that we didn't put any time or effort into the cars. But Chet was prouder and prouder every time they won. It was super cute!!! It was fun to watch the boys. Carter would clap and smile ear to ear. Cars would bounce his head and make hand signs like he was a rock star. They couldn't be more different. We felt sad that for some reason, Carts was faster than Cars's. But when I started seeing all the boys that were pouting and crying, I was the most proud. Not that my boys had beat them, but that they were such good sports. Last year the only win they had was one boy beat the other. They didn't beat anyone else. But they were good sports, laughed and enjoyed the time there. Cars was bummed but never said a harsh word to Carter or acted sad. So much to be learned, even in the good times. I told the boys I might have to slap the pout right off their face if they ever acted like that. There are many things throughout their lives that they will not win, no matter how much effort they put in. But I hope that they always take a loss like a champ. I love my boys! (pictures to follow but I have to figure out why I cannot download them on anymore. Soon I hope!)
Updated pictures 02/07/2013