Duke (my husband's preferred blog name - and more on that choice another day) conducted the horse racing. Hysterical. The horses were too heavy for the littles racers so he carried the kids and their horses to the finish line. Too funny.
I am pleased with the turnout. I tend to get just a bit wound up by the time the party hits (no execptions here), but I don't regret a thing. It was fun. Really fun.
is what counts.