the relativity of sunshine

I stumbled across this old gem of a video Wes made last April. So crazy to think that a day of sunshine was such a big deal back in the day. Don't get me wrong...we miss our family and friends, like crazy, but being spoiled by sunshine every day makes our adventurous lifestyle (skating, surfing, biking, hiking, etc) so much easier.

Moral of the story: Please come visit us and soak up some sunshine and enjoy the video.

teacher talk

Today was my 100th day as a teacher. Can you believe it!?!?!?! 100 days! My kiddos and I have managed to create quite the classroom environment. We have laughed, cried, and everything in between.

My kiddos have made so much progress in 100 days. Its amazing to think back to day one, where I was simply happy to keep my head above water. Now my kiddos can read, write, and wipe their own tushies (ok, I've never had to help with that last thing, thankfully).

I AM SO PROUD TO BE THEIR TEACHER (even if they occasionally drive me bonkers). They make me laugh every day and remind me that teaching is the most rewarding, yet ridiculously difficult job. Somehow, through it all, I absolutely love it.

In order to celebrate our 100th day, we did plenty to celebrate (brought 100 things, made 100 Fruit Loop necklaces, 100 day crowns & glasses, etc.). The funniest thing of the day is that students were encouraged to dress like they were 100 years old. My outfit was quite classy (ahem...ridiculous). Hopefully, they'll think back to kindergarten days and tell people they had a crazy teacher who dressed up like an old lady just to bring a smile to their face.

So, to my Room 3 Superstars, I LOVE BEING YOUR TEACHER. Thank you for enduring being my very first class.

Love,

Mrs. Bryant (or should I say Grandma Bryant?)

after the shot above, wes thought it was crucial that I show off the shoe/sock combo that topped off the outfit. man, i'm ridiculous

futbol

Well friends, it's official. Wes and I have joined a soccer team......in Mexico. Yep, that's right. Yesterday we made one of our usual trips down to Mexico, to visit friends and drop off some Christmas presents for the Vieyra kids. At the end of the evening, some of the guys asked if we would like to join their team. Of course, I said yes in a heartbeat and within minutes we were placing in our orders for jerseys.

Awesome. Not only will Wes and I be the only gringos, but I will be the only female on the team. Awesome. This is gonna be fun. Wish us luck. Our first game is next weekend at 1.

Goooooooooo Horam!

P.S. Here are some pictures of yesterday's adventures...

just a few members of our new soccer team

oh gamas

entertaining kids during a church service

wife of the year, award # 2

Ok people, I think I've officially done it again. If you may remember, I've already won wife of the year once since moving to Yuma (http://losbryants.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-wife-of-year-award-goes-to.html).

I know, I'm humble.

Anyhow, last night I attended a punk rock show at this bar with with Wes. Let's think about this.... I'm a kindergarten teacher who spends her Friday nights enjoying a nice dinner at home while watching 20/20....or searching Pinterest for fun kindergarten activities....or simply dreaming of raising my own babies. Prior to teaching, the most rowdy I would get is to go to play soccer at my own place of work. Yeah, frankly, the punk rock scene and I were strangers....until last night that is.

It was interesting to say the least. Apart from the crazy man dancing aggressively all over the place and me jumping like a scaredy cat behind a table to avoid to two guys fighting, I managed to enjoy myself. Plus it's always fun to watch my husband foot-tap along to his crazy music and drink a beer with the guys. He's so cute (he's gonna kill me when he reads this).

above: wes enjoying the show

2 seconds after the first picture, I captured this...

mr. aggressive arms had bumped into wes. ironically, mr. aggressive arms cannot be seen in the picture due to his insane quickness so it just looks like wes & his buddy, Jarrod, are headbanging.