The second part of the annual Festivus tradition involves performing Feats of Strength.
I fully intend for my body and uterus to perform its own feat of strength in the not-t0-distant future (please, oh please Santa?), but here are DRL and Elena's attempts:
Tell me this is not a feat:
It was merely an attempt.
This was the real feat:
You lookin' at me?
And DRL's feat of strength cannot be captured on film as it involves tolerating a very pregnant, very hormonal me, so I chose to include the photo of his awesomeness.
He can ollie like a madman.
And I've been told he's got the best 360 flip this side of the Mississippi.