I hope your Friday is better than this

First Day Of School!

This one is happy.

This one is mad.

And that little one in blue, he has no idea what to do.

Fleeting Summer

Like sand slipping through your fingers…it’s almost gone.

The giant and the teeny tiny flower

Does a flower that small smell?

Here it is

Tomorrow’s Half Iron race inspiration.

The newest Village Person

It’s a mix of Mexican wrestler, Batman and a construction worker.

Marathon…check

Wow, all I have to say is…that was one fun marathon.

The night before the race our little running group went to Duluth to pick up our race packets.  We found the perfect shirts for the kids as they lined up on the streets of Duluth to cheer us on.  They read, “My mom is faster than your mom.”

We had dinner at Hell’s Kitchen.  Todd could not decide, so went with waffles AND spaghetti.  That should just about do it.

Rise and shine, 5:00 am.  All this early morning training paid off, we got up on time.

A quick shot before we catch the bus to the start line.  Can you see the nerves starting to surface?

Almost as quick as it started, it was over.  The day could not have been more beautiful.  The best part was sharing it with friends.

To Miss Erika, thanks to you for allowing me to run my trap for 4 hours and 37 minutes by your side, I am so happy we could share this experience.  Congratulations!

To Todd, way to go.  The first one is hard…you only get a better handle on it from here.

To Laura, welcome back!  Nice work on the marathon come back after three kids, I can’t wait to see what next year has in store.

To Jen, we missed you.

To Adam and my kids, thank you for always supporting me in my insane endeavors.  To see your faces on the race course is what sustains me…I love you.

Through the lens

Just in case you need a little photographic inspiration, try out the Superhero Photo Challenge on Shutter Sisters.

I haven’t snapped mined off yet but I will show you when I do.

Fu%$*!& Bleachers

When your older brother’s baseball game gets a little slow…why not make it more exciting and careen into the metal bleachers?

Yeah, looks deep.

Five stitches later.

I so did not mean to trip you…sorry!

It’s ok, I didn’t cry!

Separated at birth

Seriously…who knew???