Tour de Niceville

Or our street...kind of the same thing, right?

I love the fact that after watching a sporting event, my sons (and to a small extent Molly) love to recreate the event in our backyard or street.  The most recent event is the Tour de France.  As a fan, I thoroughly enjoy listening to Phil Liggett and Paul Sherwen call the race.  But, as a mother, I far prefer listening to my sons do their best impressions of the famous commentators as they race around our street.  Do all of their calls make sense?  Absolutely not, but neither do all of Phil's.  So put that in your suitcase of courage!  (And, yes, I know that is Paul's saying...Mitzi)

 We replicated the podium ceremony after the third stage of our race (we had 6 today).

 Dominic kept his yellow jersey, despite his inability to catch the breakaway of Bradley Wiggins and Liesel (for some reason, I keep my name, but Will gets to be Bradley Wiggins...my team leader who tells me what to do...like brake just as we get to the finish line so he can sprint ahead...I don't think I'm getting paid enough)

Dom ran in to get his yellow jersey after he finished first in the second stage of today's race.

 Shaking hands with the dignitaries who came for the race and, incidentally, road along in a team car.

 William not only won this particular stage, he also took the youngest rider jersey.

 Molly was a particularly cute podium girl.

 He was very excited to celebrate his win.

 Two brothers with bright futures in cycling.  Remind you of anyone?

 Shaking hands with the dignitary.

 And here is the start of the 4th stage of the race.

 And the team car.

Due to self-diagnosed over-exhaustion, Dom had to drop out of the race for the last stage.  Though, eye-witnesses saw him running around with the podium girl from stage 3.  Thus, Will finished as the ultimate champion of the Tour de Niceville.  Just like Bradley Wiggins. Sort of.