I need to tell you about a boy. A boy named Josh. But this isn't my Josh. Not even my brother-in-law Josh. This Josh is young. Red-headed and freckled. This boy is Little Josh from our Sunday school class. Like my Josh, he is smart / funny / cool. He just turned 12 but I swear his mind is much older. I didn't know I could love a kid that was a stranger to me a few weeks earlier. A stranger who drove me batty. Our first time teaching the class Little Josh was being crazy. Out of control crazy. He wouldn't sit still, wouldn't stop asking about candy. I was annoyed with him. I wanted to throw the candy at him. Piece by piece. I am completely unfamiliar with 11 and 12 year olds. I don't know how to handle them. Little Josh talked over everyone. He wasn't listening to my Josh and that irritated me. Frustrated me. But then...Out of nowhere, he raised his hand. The class went quiet. I was taken aback. My Josh called on him...
My Josh: Yes, Josh?
Little J: Are you The Ultimate Ninja Warrior?
(Josh and I looked at each other with surprise and excitement as grins crept onto our faces)
My Josh: Yes. Yes, I believe I am.
I was insanely jealous. Little Josh just titled my Josh The Ultimate Ninja Warrior. I can't think of something cooler than that. That is when I knew... When I knew that Little Josh was special. That is when he became my favorite. ...I mean I don't have favorites.
And guess what? I think the Big Man did that for me. He knew I was feeling irked by Little Josh. So He helped me out. He showed me that I needed to change my attitude. So I changed it right away. I started to appreciate Little Josh and love him. And over the next couple weeks a crazy thing happened... Little Josh turned into the best boy in the class. And I turned into someone I never thought I'd be. Never wanted to be. I am the teacher who wants to get up in Sacrament and tell everyone how much I love my calling and my kids. I want to cry when I think about not having them next year. I love them like family. I want to hug them and hang out with them. I want them to like me. I am completely unfamiliar with these feelings. And I don't know how to handle them.
As mentioned in my previous post I hosted Bunco this month And apparently I'm the only one Who does a blog post about Bunco? But hey...We were dressed up And I love my friends ...Most of them anyway J/K Kate, I love you too.
We had dinner in a pumpkin with bread sticks
and um...some of us had broccoli too.
There is a nation-wide shortage on broccoli haven't you heard?
I had to pull some strings to get the amount of broccoli that I had okay people?
Snapped while we were getting ready...
Is it hard to tell who we are?
I don't care if you dress up in the same costume
Every Halloween for the rest of your life.
This. Is. The. Bomb.
This pose is the second-best thing
that happened to me that night.
They have babies in their tummies.
In case you are curious.
Very timely costume Brooke
You know...with the release of Toy Story 3
She is posing as she imagines Satan himself would pose
Not trying to push one out... I assure you...
We can and we do
So were you guys plain (but sparkly) fairies?
I swear someone was calling Tawni Tropical?
This picture makes me feel funny inside.
I don't know why.
I just speak the truth...
And of course...the group photo
Special thanks to Mandie the photographer who didn't dress up.
Starting at the top left we have:
Mr. Kool Aid, Ecuador Soccer Stud, Grandma, Pumpkin,
mad scientist, Polygamist, Devil,
Bottom left: Tropical fairy?, Fairy-fairy, We Can Do It Girl, Jessie