Our school held their annual PTO color run and it did not disappoint.
My kids look forward to this event every year. I remember years ago when Bennett ran this race for the first time – he did just about everything to avoid getting wet or chalk thrown at him. Oh how things have changed. This year, he was going to make sure he walked out a colorful mess.
I’m pretty sure Briggs wins the award for the most laps – that kid sprinted every single lap and never stopped. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him run and he just kept running. It was hard to get pictures of him because he was always speeding by. After the race, one of the PTO members was asking who the sprinter in the group was, I had no idea who she was talking about and then she saw Briggs across the lawn and pointed him out as the sprinter. I had to laugh because I noticed the same thing but I wasn’t really paying much attention to everyone else so I just assumed they were all running like that. Evidently they weren’t.
Cannon couldn’t get enough chalk. He ran by the chalk stations very slowly to make sure they didn’t miss him. And in the end he was disappointed that the one chalk he never seemed to catch was the red chalk.
The all walked away completely stained and totally elated with how it turned out. They had the best time. By far, the most successful school fundraiser – done totally in-house by the PTO.
They all took showers when they got home and Bennett said it looked like he was constantly bleeding while in the shower. It took a while before the water draining was clear again. And no matter how much I scrubbed Briggs neck, it’s still a new shade of pink/red.
I was cleaning out closets recently and I found a bucket of old Native brand shoes that hadn’t made its way to the donation pile. This basically sums up the shoes Briggs wore for the first 5 years of his life. He could put them on himself. They didn’t rip. They were easily washed. They protected his feet. They were the best.
We have a store called Nordstrom Last Chance (with crazy good deals) close to us and I had a neighbor that would pick up the next size for me anytime she saw them there. We were stocked and had multiple colors in every size and Briggs wore them every single day. However, when he started kindergarten and was spending time in the sandy playground (mixed with his sweaty feet), they just didn’t make sense anymore so they slowly found their way to the back of the closet.
These were the last pairs I had left – its the end of a shoe era. Thank you Native for being the best childhood shoe for an Arizona boy.
I was visiting an english classroom at the high school and in between the shelves of books and motivational sayings, I found this painted on the wall:
I walked across the classroom to get a better look and I immediately found my current emotion among the brightly colored squares. I’m not sure the teacher’s intent on painting this on the wall besides the interest it adds to a windowless room. Perhaps it serves as a quick mental health report card – I know I scanned the chart and checked myself. Maybe it’s serving an english purpose and providing better descriptive words for emotions in students’ writing.
Either way – I liked it and I appreciated it’s place in the high school classroom. I snapped a picture on my phone and have found myself periodically going back to it and referencing it.
I think I’ve become lazy when describing how I feel. I’m well. I’m tired. I’m excited. I’m frustrated. That pretty much sums up all the emotions, right?! 🙂 Really, there’s a whole slew of emotions I don’t regularly recognize for what they are. Am I well or am I satisfied? Am I tired or drained? Am I excited or optimistic?
We use so many of those interchangeably but as I look at the chart, I see just how different some of those are. I like the idea of narrowing it down a little more to truly recognize what emotion I’m sitting with.
And looking at this chart it’s clear we’re all a little emotional – both good and bad.
We celebrated this boy today – the big 14!
Hunter is driven and passionate.
Here’s his 14-year-old snapshot:
He loves Phoenix Suns. He loves Green Bay Packer football. He loves ASU Football but it may be a couple years before they’re worth following!
He loves playing sports just as much as watching sports and he’s a great athlete and just completed Grand Canyon Rim to Rim (24 miles in one day) with no training.
He loves Lake Powell and wake surfing – his favorite vacation.
He loves the stock market and tracking his stocks.
He is a good student and abnormally good in math – he’s two grades ahead and is sitting at a 98%.
He’s social and has a broad group of friends but he’s also busy enough that his life doesn’t revolve around friends. He isn’t typically the center of attention, but always seems to be a quiet leader.
He’s driven and knows how to work hard.
He’s happy and even tempered and is always willing to play football or soccer with his brothers. He’s a great listening ear to his sister and still loves to tease her.
If this is what teenagers are made of – I’ll take them all.
Happy Birthday Hunt-man!
One of these things is not like the other.
Call me crazy, but sometimes my wild night includes a large batch of chocolate chip cookies and painting trim.
Actually, its been a while since I’ve had a paintbrush on my counter. Which is funny considering for years and years I probably had a paintbrush on my counter more often than not. And then life shifted. The time and energy I once spent building and updating our home was redirected to other things. What was once the norm has become the exception and as I was cleaning my cookie mess the other night, the paintbrush stood out to me. It looked a little out of place. I have painted nearly every surface of this home and yet it still looked a little out of place. Funny how life changes on you.