The Bet

 It all began a week or so ago when Scott challenged the girls to the "race of the year."  He's been making them run every Saturday morning for the past couple of months, and they were starting to get a little...hmmm...let's say annoyed with him.  So, for some motivation, he said he'd dress up for Halloween if they could beat him.  That was huge because I don't know many people who dislike wearing a costume more than Scott! 

The deal was the girls run two miles, Daddy runs three.  I was a little worried that Scott would have the advantage and mentioned that he might dress up no matter what the outcome since the girls were going to run their little hearts out trying to beat him.  He said "Nope, a deal's a deal."  Pretty confident... 

We carbo-loaded at dinner with some spaghetti to prep ourselves for the big race!

Everyone got up bright and early (even though it was pitch dark outside) at 6:15 a.m.  We didn't think it would be a great idea to run in the dark, however, so we waited until around 6:45 to start.  The girls drew a chalk starting line for us, and we all took our places.  Nathan was on his bike and Ryan in the jogging stroller.  I was hoping I could run two miles pushing that thing!)

Long story short, the girls did AWESOME!  They beat their Dad by about two minutes.  It was a fabulous finish....

Now...what to dress him up as....we had a Trunk-or-Treat to get ready for that evening...

Daddy will think twice before he makes a bet with these two again.  You'd think he'd have learned the dangers of gambling growing up in Wendover and all....

He got off pretty easy if you ask me.  I have the feeling they won't be as gracious on the real Halloween.

He and Nathan were awful cute dressed as "Supers"

The neighborhood girls:

And Ryan (the perfect costume for our "monkey boy" who climbs on everything) with his "Zookeeper" mommy.  I figured if Scott had to dress up, I might as well too.  (My tag reads "Head Zookeeper, Jones Family Zoo"...just keeping it real:)

We all had a fun night.  I thought that actually wearing a costume might change Scott's feelings about dressing up.  Not so!  When we got home, he was out of that costume faster than a speeding bullet. :)