One of my goals for the upcoming cold, dark winter evenings is to tackle the pages and pages of ideas I have for the piles and piles of photos I want to place in my sons' scrapbooks. I'd say I'm two to three years behind. Seriously. Suddenly I feel much better about being only a couple of weeks behind in blogging about our fall weekends.
For this post, I'll let the photos tell the story of our first NASCAR race. We had great seats and wonderful weather--I'm so glad we shared this as a family!
|strategizing for turn 3|
|What? Too much sugar? I can't hear you....|
|and Kyle Busch gets the checkered flag|