Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Schwartz's vs Halloween 2012

Halloween extravaganza 2012!  We started off the celebrations with Trunk-or-Treating at church on Saturday.  Sarah wore a pumpkin costume that Grandma Smith made years ago and saved for the grandkids.  She loved it, but then that morning asked me what I was going to be.  I told her a Pink Panther and then all of a sudden that's what she wanted to be too.  So I bought a pumpkin shirt, and Chris added a face to his orange shirt and we all went as pumpkins.  Except for Cody, I picked that Mickey Mouse costume up at a consignment sale.  The ears squeaked!  So cute!
Yep, totally took this while someone else was taking a picture.  That's why no one is looking at me.
 Cody Mouse
Trunk-or-Treat was so much fun.  The had a cupcake walk in the Relief Society room.  Sarah licked all the icing off and then was done.  Cody was thoroughly enjoying bites of mine and daddy's cupcakes.  So much so that he threw a fit when it was time to leave that room and then kept trying to turn around and crawl back into the glorious cupcake room.

When it was time to go out and trunk-or-treat Sarah did a great job.  I didn't have to remind her once about manners or etiquette.  She said, "Trick-or-Treat" to each person and "thank you" after they put candy in her bucket.  Then when it was our turn to pass out candy while Cody walked around with Chris she told everyone, "Happy Halloween!" as she put candy in their bucket.  Well, to some people she said, "Happy Halloween!  I'm a pumpkin!" in case they forgot I guess.  Cody was so cute walking around with Chris.  He looked so cute holding his pumpkin.  After about the second car he figured out there must be something worthwhile going into his pumpkin so he dropped it on the ground and started digging through it.  

Sunday it was finally time to decorate our pumpkins!  Sarah went and got their pumpkins off the porch.
 Please don't judge me based off her hair, she did it herself.
 Cody got the larger pumpkin that was supposed to be Sarah's because she deemed it "too big for Sarah".

We bought a sticker kit for the kids to decorate with.  Sarah picked out the face she wanted to do and Chris picked the one for the boys. 
 Daddy demonstrating what to do.
 Sarah decorating her pumpkin.
 Cody loved it!  He had a huge smile on his face as daddy helped him put the stickers on.  Chris would put the sticker on Cody's finger and then help guide it to the pumpkin.
 The Boys' pumpkin
 The Girls' pumpkin

Halloween Time!  We started the day dressing up for the Y.  The ladies in the nursery take the kids trick-or-treating through the Silver Sneakers class.  The Silver Sneakers are so sweet to the little kids.  I learned from last year though to not let Sarah wear her real costume.  Sometimes they do a little craft with the kids...last year it involved markers.  Sarah got marker all over her white ghost costume.  So she wore her cowgirl costume to the gym.  It was cute, she kept tipping her hat and saying, "I'm a cowgirl!  Yeehaw!"

After dance class and dinner at Chick-fil-a it was time to meet up with the McKenzies for some Trick-or-Treating.  Sarah was excited to see her friend Collin.  "Look!  I see Collin!  He's a monster.  Roar!"
 It's pretty impossible to get them to all sit down, sit still, and look at the camera while smiling.
At the first house trick-or-treating.  Did I mention how awesome my mom was.  She also made a matching costume for her American Girl doll.  She brought it over for Gracie to wear.  So cute!
 I know this isn't a great picture but Cody just looked so grown up tonight as he walked up to the front doors and carried his pumpkin all by himself.  Again he kept digging through it.  I found him chewing on an unopened Milky Way at one point.  That's when I had to take the pumpkin away.  Not sure what I'm going to do with this kid.  I have no idea how he figured out that he was getting edible things.  Sarah never dug through her pumpkin.  She still doesn't know you can eat suckers.  She got one tonight and said, "Look mom!  A fairy wand!"

Here's hoping for at least one more year before Sarah discovers people are giving her candy when she goes trick-or-treating!  Speaking of candy, time to go make hers disappear.  =)

Monday, October 29, 2012

The Schwartz's vs Pinned It, Made It: Loaded Baked Potato Casserole

(Picture pre-final baking)

I found this pinned as "Loaded Baked Potato Casserole" that led me to this website here:

For those of you that don't want to follow link I'm going to copy and paste the recipe here. 
Loaded Potato & Buffalo Chicken Casserole
2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
8-10 medium potatoes, cut into 1/2-inch cubes (I leave the skin on)
1/3 cup olive oil
1 1/2 tsp. salt
1 TBS. freshly ground pepper
1 TBS. paprika
2 TBS. garlic powder
6 TBS. hot sauce
2 c. Fiesta Blend Cheese or a mix of Cheddar & Monterey Jack
1 c. crumbled bacon
1 c diced green onion
Preheat oven to 500F. In a large bowl mix together the olive oil, salt, pepper, paprika, garlic powder & hot sauce. Add the cubed potatoes and stir to coat. Carefully scoop the potatoes into a cooking spray coated baking dish, leaving behind as much of the olive oil/hot sauce mix as possible. Bake the potatoes for 45-50 minutes, stirring every 10-15 minutes, until cooked through and crispy & browned on the outside. While the potatoes are cooking, add the cubed chicken to the bowl with the leftover olive oil/hot sauce mix and stir to coat. Once the potatoes are fully cooked, remove from the oven and lower the oven temperature to 400F. Top the cooked potatoes with the raw marinated chicken. In a bowl mix together the cheese, bacon & green onion and top the raw chicken with the cheese mix. Return the casserole to the oven and bake for 15 minutes or until the chicken is cooked through and the topping is bubbly delicious. Serve with extra hot sauce and/or ranch dressing.
Potatoes and Cheese, Please!

And based on the link at the bottom and how the website looked I think it was just a website with a bunch of pins not the original sources.  

Anyway, let's discuss.  I made this as part of my new meal calendar.  For the next 6 weeks every Sunday I'm making something off my "Foods to Try" board on pinterest.  I picked this one because I love baked potatoes.  What I don't love is that it takes 75 minutes to bake.  I don't have time to something like that during the week.  Especially because the potatoes have to bake for an hour and be stirred every 10-15 minutes.  But on a Sunday it's more doable.  

The Pros:
* Turned out just like the picture.  That was a first for me for a pinterest venture.
*Makes a TON!  Probably 8-10 servings.
* Not a lot of ingredients and mostly stuff I have on hand.
* Only 2 chicken breasts, makes meat budget stretch farther.  
* Good flavor (a little spicy)
* Very filling.
* Reheats well. (Our Sunday meals need to make left overs for Chris's long day at school/work on Mondays)

The Cons:
* Chris thought there should be more chicken.
* Sarah thought it was too spicy.  She ate some on Sunday but didn't want any the next day.  

The Changes I made:
* I didn't have an paprika, so I left that out.
* I didn't have garlic powder so I used garlic salt.
* I used Franks Buffalo Sauce as my "hot sauce".
* Instead of crumbled bacon I baked some thick cut bacon while the oven was pre-heating and I cut up potatoes.  Then I cut it into chunks.  Waaaaay better than the small bacon crumbles they used. 
* I served it with Ranch dressing and Sour Cream for people to top it with.  Chris used ranch, he liked it.  I used sour cream and I liked it.  

The Changes I would make for next time:
* It was a bit spicy, I might use a little less hot sauce.
* I would add a packet of dry ranch to the mix that you toss the potatoes in.
* I may add an extra chicken breast to increase the meat to potato ratio for Chris.

But the main question is Would I Make it Again?
Yes, BUT, I wouldn't be a regular on my meal calendar rotation just because the kids didn't really seem to love it and it does take a lot of time.  Probably once every 4 months it might make it on the calendar.  

Friday, October 26, 2012

The Schwartz's vs Girl Time and Kiss Attacks

Sunday night Sarah saw that I still had my bag of nail polish out from getting ready for the wedding.  She begged for sparkly nails and we needed some girl bonding so while Chris played with Cody we got pretty.

My makeup bag was still out so I decided to put a little lipstick on Sarah and told her to go kiss Daddy. After daddy got a face full of smooches she set her eyes on another target.

Good thing he loves his sister.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

The Schwartz's vs Red Shoes

Chris and I had a wonderful weekend and I've sat down a few times to write about it but I just don't really know how to do so.  I don't really write about myself a whole lot on this blog (I don't think).  I try to focus on the kids and the family as a whole unit.  So the thought of writing some shallow self absorbed post terrifies me, which is weird because I'm a pretty self centered person so you'd think I'd love to talk about myself on this blog.  The thing is, I got some red shoes and I just don't know how to talk about them.  Do I just do a weekend wrap up and show you the cute pictures from the things we did this weekend?

We went to the zoo.
My amazing and wonderful mother drove 3 hours just to come to town to baby sit for us so we could go to a wedding.  I repaid her by making her kiss a giraffe.

(It's become a zoo tradition.)

Sarah heard me goading Grandma into a kissing the giraffe so she did it too.  She didn't quite understand what was going on so she just walked up and kissed it.

I had my first paying gig making cake balls.  The groom's cake for the wedding we were invited to was to look like the Alabama football field so they had me make footballs to go with it.  They took me 3 days and an excessive amount of stress but they turned out good.  I probably should have taken a picture of them at the wedding when they were displayed in a cute manner.  Oh well.
Red Velvet on the inside.  Yum!

Or should I just suck it up and talk about these dumb red shoes?  You see, I have started and deleted many posts because I like to keep this blog nice and tidy.  (Minus all the blaring typos that I just don't seem to care about.)  And by nice and tidy I mean edited for crazy.  I have a lot of crazy.  It makes me cute and lovable to my friends.  I have a handful of R-E-A-L-L-Y good friends who know my crazy and love me in-spite of it.  In fact I think they only really keep me around because of my crazy.  It, at times, can be quite entertaining.  And honestly I don't care if strangers know about my crazy.  I mean really, I'll never meet you.  But there is a small subset of people who may or may not read this blog and it is from them that I have worked diligently for years to hide my crazy from because I just don't want to give them more fodder for discussing me and my apparent and abundant shortcomings.  And so, if I want to talk about these red shoes, I have to let a little of my crazy out.  Because a lot of my crazy came out in the process of getting these blasted red shoes.  In fact the thought of even really discussing the shoes and letting everyone know about my crazy will drive me to tears.  Which is really nuts (see I'm crazy) because they are just shoes.  Maybe it's because I'm just remembering how painful they are.  Yeah, let's go with that.  Or maybe it's because they remind me of my failures.  My shortcomings.  My half assed attempts to be someone I'm not.  

I had a hard time buying these dumb red shoes because physically and mentally they tortured me.  I sometimes keep my crazy divided up among my friends so that not everyone knows the depths of the crazy pool I swim in.  But I've been discussing with one of my other mom friends quite often how I just don't put myself together.  I never really cared to do it as a teen.  I didn't date in college so I wasn't forced to do it then either.  Chris met me without make up on and fell in love with me that way and he really hasn't seen much of anything different.  I get my hair cut in a way that I literally just flip my head upside down and blow dry it because I'm just too stupid to figure out anything else.  I don't use curling irons; they scare me.  I'm too uncoordinated to blow dry and brush at the same time so I don't use a round brush.  And about a year ago I finally bought a flat iron and had to have a friend come over and teach me how to use it.  When it comes to looking pretty and presentable I just can't do it.  And I fight about it with myself because it's stupid and cosmetic.  And clearly something I could change if I wanted to.  But it's all just so overwhelming that I give up because obviously I just don't care enough.  I wear a tshirt and jeans pretty much every day.  I can say, "hey at least I'm not the mom walking around in sweat pants" but really...what's the difference.  One woman's sweat pants is another's jeans.  And my jeans don't even fit.  They are at least 1 or 2 sizes too big but I'm too lazy to go and buy another pair because I hate shopping for clothes.  Please, oh please, don't get me started on how much I HATE shopping for clothes.  If I thought trying to learn how to do make up and hair was stressful trying to figure out what looks cute together and then on me--kill me now!  And shopping for pants now a days is impossible.  My hips have spread but (thankfully) my waist is small so if I want to get them over my thighs I need a larger size, but once I get them over my thighs my butt crack shows because my waist can't hold them up.   

But I wanted a pair of red shoes dadgumit to wear to this wedding.  I own 1 "fancy" dress.  One really nice dress that hangs in plastic and only gets worn for special occasions.  I bought it 5 or 6 years ago when I was graduating with my Masters.  I think that was the last time I wore it.  It's a size 4.  I am NOT a size 4.  I should have bought it in a size 6.  But they didn't have any and I really, REALLY wanted it.  So I bought it and with a fair amount of sucking in I wore it through the entire CBU graduation ceremony and out to dinner that evening.  And then I took it off and put it back in it's plastic and there it has hung for 5 years.  No special occasions.  No reason to get it out and look at it.  But I knew this wedding was coming so back in August I got it out again.  I looked at it.  I cringed.  It has an empire waist line.  Those can be very forgiving.  It's easier for me to wear smaller things when they don't hug my giant thighs and child birthing hips.  I stepped into and zipped it up.  It was a little snug, but I had a little time so I was proud of myself and decided that if I kept training for this half and doing what I was supposed to do I was going to buy myself some sexy red shoes.  

Those dumb red shoes.  I wear flip flops and sneakers.  That's it.  That's pretty much all I own.  I have 2 pairs of church shoes, 1 in black and that same pair in brown.  I bought them 4 years ago.  I wear them every Sunday.  They aren't cute.  They aren't fantastic.  They are shoes.  This summer I realized I am not very cool in the shoes department.  And I got a little self conscious about that.  I guess that's part of why this red shoe obsession happened.  In an effort to make me cooler, Cam bought me some Toms for my birthday.  A trendy name brand shoe.  I felt a little cooler.  Then Chris bought me some Sperrys, another name brand shoe that I can imagine the cool kids are wearing (are cool kids wearing them?).  I generally feel like a poser (do people still say that) when I wear either of those shoes.  I'm not cool.  I'm not trendy.  So I still almost every day wear flip flops and sneakers. 

 But by golly, I wanted some sexy red shoes for this wedding.  So I set out one evening alone to buy some shoes.  I went to the first store and the only ones they had looked like hooker shoes.  I didn't bother to try them on.  I went to the second store, same thing, only hooker shoes.  But I tried a pair on that the heel didn't look too high.  I wear an 8.5 in sneakers and flip flops.  (Except my nice running shoes, those are a 9--fun fact you should buy a half size up in running shoes.)  I tried on the 8.5 and my heel kept walking out and I looked stupid because with each step I was fighting to get my heel back in the shoe.  I tried on the 8 and they were too tight and my toes were screaming.  I flipped back and forth between those two sizes, 8.5 too big unless shoes are supposed to work like that.  8, too small can't fit.  I left.  I sat in my car and I cried.  Because just like everything else about me, my feet just can't fit in.  My feet just aren't good enough to wear a pair of cute shoes.  My feet will never be pretty or sexy so they just need to go find a comfy pair of flip flops and settle in.  Nobody notices or cares what my feet look like either, regardless of the amount of energy and effort I put into it, so why bother.

As I headed to the scrapbook store (where I was supposed to be anyway) I saw there was a shoe store next door.  I called Cam as I sat outside the store and lamented to her what was going on.  She told me I was probably an 8 wide.  I didn't know that existed.  But I definitely don't want to be told another part of me is wide.  At the 3rd store there were 2 pairs of red shoes that I did not deem hooker shoes and found acceptable.  One very flirty fun pair and a another lower heel more conservative pair.  Neither of them came in an 8 wide.  I don't think stores know that an 8 wide is supposed to exist.  I flipped and flopped between both sizes and both pairs.  And once again left in tears because my feet were never going to fit in.  

Chris didn't really know how to handle the situation.  He's pretty aware that his wife is bat-crap-crazy.  But for some reason still after 8 years that man does not know what to do when this cycle of crazy starts-a-spinnin'.  I've told him before what's the best way to handle it.  But that generally just leads to a fight.  So I don't bother any more.  In fact, I usually try to keep this side of my crazy only visible to 2 friends who I feel can empathize with my crazy and he's not on that list.  He sees this crazy when it boils over and can't be contained or when Cam can't answer her phone.   

But these shoes were torturing me, so the crazy boiled over and he saw it in all it's superficial glory.  He didn't say anything.  I bellered that I was just going to figure out something else to wear with my ugly church shoes because it didn't matter anyway.  I stewed for another day over these dumb red shoes.  These fun, flirty, sexy, red shoes.  These shoes I should never own because what will I ever wear them with.  These unpractical red high heeled shoes.  These shoes that like everything else I want to be, just don't fit me.  And these shoes, that honestly Chris will probably never notice.  I thought a lot about these red shoes.  Friday, the day before the wedding, I was supposed to meet my amazing teacher friends for a football game.  I asked Chris to meet me in town so I could look at those stupid red shoes one more time and he could take the kids home from there and I'd head to the game.  Because for whatever reason, I hadn't given up hope.  I really wanted those red shoes. 

Chris came in the store and watched me for 30 minutes waffle back and forth between the sizes and pairs.  He listened to me complain about how they don't fit, and yet I wasn't taking them off.  He heard me debate that the more conservative shoes could be worn again because of the lower heel and closed toe I'd be more likely to wear them to church as I stood there in the flirty, fun pair.  But how really neither shoe would ever be worn again because they just don't fit right.  And that's why I only wear flip flops.  I took the shoes off.  He took them up to the register and bought them.  

(Pre-prom picture courtesy of Mom)   

I spent about 30 minutes on my make up, and an hour on my hair.  I painted my toes and slipped into the size 4 dress with those red shoes.  I told Chris he had to tell me at least 5 times that I looked nice.  He didn't meet the requirement.  Even if he had, I don't think it would have mattered since I had to fish for it.  But I wore those red shoes.  And then I wore them the next day to church (with a different black and white more churchy outfit) where thankfully they were so out of character for me that lots of people told me I had cute shoes.  Now they are back in their tissue, back in the box, tucked in the back of my closet under the dress that hangs in plastic waiting for special occasions.  Today I'm wearing a raggedy pair of khaki shorts, flip flops, and a tshirt.  But somewhere in that closet is a pair of flirty, fun, red shoes. 

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Schwartz's vs Fall Break Fun

Chris had fall break from school last week.  For middle and high schools around here that would mean a whole week off.  But for UofM students it means 2 days.  For Chris it means an one extra day to be home at a normal time instead of having to work really late.  We've been talking about taking the kids to the pumpkin patch but every Saturday fills up so fast.  We haven't had an empty Saturday in months. So we decided to have Chris take off last Wednesday for a little Family Fall Break.  He still had to go to class in the morning but made it home in time for us to pack a picnic and head to the pumpkin patch.

We went to Priddy Farms in Bartlett.  I've never been and apparently have driven past it a million times without noticing it because it's someone's house.  It's just a house.  It was kind of hilarious to me.  They bill it online as having a huge playground for kids and picnic tables for picnics, a hayride out to the pumpkin patch.  And we pulled up to someone's house and parked in their front yard.  And as much as it made me laugh because I had envisioned something completely different, I realized it was perfect for our family and completely age appropriate.  Both Sarah and Cody LOVED our trip to Priddy Farms.  We sat at a picnic table under a huge tree and ate our lunch while Sarah eyed the big boat with slides and the tree house with swings to play on.  There were a number of cute photo stations set up and lots of pumpkins of various sizes to choose from.  There were a few other families there and Sarah made fast friends with the other tots her size quickly calling them her best friends.

So after we finished eating the rule was Sarah had to let me take a few pictures before she could go play.  Don't you love her hair?  She normally won't let me fix her hair at all.  And has often times, when I've tried to put it up for her, told me very pointedly that doing her hair is JUST for dance class.  But she was a totally butt head this morning and we'd been having a rough time so to make it up to me she let me do her hair.  =)  Mommy wins!

 Sometimes this is as good as it gets for look at the camera and smile.

Then Sarah got released from picture duties to go play and we tried to take some of just Cody.

After some play time and Cody taking all the mini pumpkins off the pallets it was time for the hay ride out to the "pumpkin patch".  So I thought we'd go out and pick a pumpkin off the vines.  No.  It was a field with the pumpkin pie size pumpkins scatter through it like some sort of Easter egg hunt.  Chris and I just laughed.  But the kids loved it!

 There were so many pumpkins to choose and Sarah changed her mind multiple times before settling on her pumpkin and we let her pick one for Cody.  Cody just enjoyed crawling around and throwing the pumpkins.  (He's going through the throwing stage.)  Then it was back to play for a little while longer before picking Mommy and Daddy's pumpkins and heading home.
 He's a rocket man!
 Yeehaw!  Cowgirl Sarah riding the tire horse.
I really like those rocket bucket swings a lot better than the infant swing we have right now.  I may need to find those for Christmas.

We really had a great time.  It was nice to have a day off in the middle of the week with daddy.  And it was especially nice of him to take off on a Wednesday so he could come to dance class.  He got to enjoy watching Sarah through the window and doing all the shoe changes where she STILL (months into doing dance) throws her arms around you while you are changing her shoes and tells you "This is so fun!"  

Sunday, October 21, 2012

The Schwartz's vs Cody's 13 Months Old!

Cody Man!  My little Pumpkin!  You are 13 months old today and here's how you've grown:

* You wave and clap often.  It's very very cute!  Plus you also reach for things that you want now so that's a big check off the old dr's to-do list.
* You still like to dance but won't do it for the camera so I haven't documented it yet.  It mostly involves you bringing your elbows in and turning back and forth with a big smile on your face.  We love it and ask you to do it all the time which I think irritates you.
* You are getting more brave with walking.  You will spontaneously stand up and take 5 or so steps before you fall over.  I think the longest walk you've taken was 12 steps.
* Sometimes you stand up and walk a few steps then stop and clap.  Like, "come on guys, did you just see that.  I'm awesome!"
* Your favorite toys right now (besides whatever Sarah has) seem to be the sounds and texture balls that we have.  You like to take them out and shake them and then throw them.  You also love to play with the Fisher Price door and the Little People car ramp.
* You are a climber and have been for months.  But most recently you've started climbing on the step stool in the bathroom to get to Sarah's toothbrush.
* Which reminds me, you love tooth brushes.
* You also love to sit in my bathroom and take all the bandaids out of the boxes.  I've told you over and over again "that's not cool" so now when Sarah finds you doing it I hear her yell, "Not cool Cody!" and immediately know where you are and what you've been up to.
* You don't talk much still.  You can say mamma but we don't hear much dadada like we use to.
* You shake your head no a lot!  With added emphasis when you are getting mad about something.
* Still working on that whole nap time thing.  I think we've narrowed it down to sometime between 12:30 and 1 you have to be laid down to get maybe a 2 hour nap.  So we've been working on arranging our gym schedule to make it happen.
* Your favorite foods are still sandwiches and this month we finally got you to start eating vegetables.  Well, just one vegetable.  You seem to tolerate carrots now.  Green beans are still apparently evil and you gag and cough and look insulted at us if we try to sneak one in.
* You like to try to use forks and spoons.  You're very interested in them and like to have them at meal times.  You seem to understand what you are supposed to do with them but don't quite know how to make it happen.  The other day you were stabbing at the food with the fork and actually speared a piece.  Of course, after that you just picked it off the fork with your finger but still we were impressed.
* You are melodramatic!  You spend about 20 minutes after each nap throwing yourself around on the ground wallering and crying like it's the end of the world.  Then for no reason you'll finally just be over it and crawl off and start playing.

You bring a lot of life and laughter to this family little man and we love you!

Sunday, October 14, 2012

The Schwartz's vs The Color Run 2012

Way back in May a group of us signed up for the Color Run.  It was quite a fun motley crew type of group.  There were ladies from our ward, and friends from other wards, and friends who weren't members, and a few kids, and some sisters, and my husband and his brother.  Basically a nice random assortment of people.  Our team name was No Need for Speed since some of the ladies were sure they wouldn't be able to run it, and a few people on the team are hard core runners (totally not talking about me here...we had a marathoner with us).  Plus the Color Run is an un-timed event so there was no need to sprint your little heart out.  

The race started at 9 am with waves of 1000-1500 people every 5 minutes and you could start lining up in the corral at 8:30.  So I wanted to get there around 8 so we'd have time to get the lay of the land and everything.  I know there is a lot of waiting around for races to start but for whatever reason I'd rather hurry up and get there early to wait around.  It lets me work through all of my pre-race crazies.  So to get there in time for me to get my crazy under control we met at the church at 7 am.  Man that's early for a Saturday!

The part of the group that met in Millington to carpool.
And then we did the whole waiting thing.  =)  Which is always a good time to take pictures.
 Annie and I waiting in the pre-race photo line.  That's right this is a photo of us waiting to take a photo.
 Chris and I one arming it for our pre-race photo.  I'm normally not a fan of the one arm unless you are doing it for the sheer I'm-just-doing-this-to-be-silly factor.  Generally I prefer just to ask someone around to please take a picture for us.  However, at the Color Run there are a lot of one arm photos because everyone's hands are so dirty and nasty from the powder it was hard to find a clean spectator to take a picture.  So if a dirty hand had to work the camera I preferred it to be mine just in case something happened.
 One of our friends who signed up way back when was sick and couldn't come.  A totally bummer!  However, when Cam found out that I wasn't really going to be "running" it and would walk most of it with my other friends she decided to buy our ill friend's packet off her.  Win-win, well except for the lose part of Jen not being able to come...

So after Cam got there we joined the rest of the group in the corral.  Thanks to cell phones I was actually able to the rest of my friends in the sea of white.  So we lined up and then waited, and waited in the corral for the wave starts.  I'm not sure which wave we were in.  But there were a ton of us!
 Amy, Annie, and Michelle

 So the below photo is courtesoy of Chris.  For Houston's birthday Chris signed him up to run the Color Run together.  Then Adam and Hayes signed up too.  So it was a fun little Schwartz men group.  We were all on the same team (team members get a discounted registration fee) but not really together.  Chris and I didn't even ride together though we some how managed to get parked near each other so that was neat.  Anyway, I called Chris while we were in the huge corral and was telling him to have a good time and all that stuff and then asked if he could see me.  He said, "I don't know jump up in the air."  So I laughed and then decided to do it just for fun and he actually saw me!  So we scooted up to him and and him take a picture of our girls' group with the crowd in the background to try to show how huge this event is.
Then I tried to take one for him.
 The Schwartz Boys Pre-Run

Eventually our wave was let go and we all started moving.  Everyone in our part of the group was jogging at first but I get a little claustrophobic and started moving into holes and stuff and Cam and I got separated from everyone else.  So after we went through the yellow color zone we stopped and asked someone to take our picture and then waited for the other ladies.

I think I pretty much perfected the zone pass through for highest color coverage.  I read on someone else's blog that you really need to stop and stand in front of the people to get good color coverage so that's what I did.  I picked a side and walked slowly through letting each volunteer spray me with my hands up in the air and I turned circles so I could get it on the front and back.  Then I realized that there was a ton of color on the ground so after I got through the people, I sat down and wiggled in it to get it on my booty too.  =)  
 Post Zone 1: Yellow

Then we walked with them for a little bit and I wanted to start running some more so I did.  I lost all the ladies but some how managed to catch up to Chris who came out of the first zone pretty clean.  I ran ahead to get an action shot of him.  =)

 And we stayed close enough to each other that I managed to talk him into taking my post second zone color progression picture with me.
 Post Zone 2: Pink
After that he and the Schwartz Boys zoomed off and I didn't see them until the finish.

I waited on the side walk for a few minutes and found the rest of my ladies and then decided to stick with their tempo from then on.  Yes, I could run the whole thing but it's not timed and it's not the point. So we jogged when they felt like it and walked when they didn't.  We laughed, talked, and had a good time. 

When we got to the 3rd zone the first color sprayers were being stingy but the ones near the end were going to town so we got fully dosed.  It looks like we feel into a vat of Cheetos!  Um, go Big Orange!?!
 Color Zone 3: Orange

We jogged a little bit more and then came to a complete stand still for the last color zone.  Not sure what was going there but there was a huge back up for blue.  And since it was the last one we got a little crazy and others finally saw the genius in my plan to roll on the ground.  Cam laid down to make a blue angel, and since it was blue instead of sitting I decided to lay down and swim.  

Then it was into the home stretch for the final paint party.  In your race packet they give you color packet to save for the final paint party.  Every 15 minutes they do a count down and then you are supposed to throw your paint in the air into a big poof.  Some people didn't seem to understand that so when they'd cross the finish line they just started throwing their paint up.  We went with that theory.  I think Eliza and Michelle got the post paint coverage in our finisher line's celebration.
 Eliza and Michelle

Chris and I one-arming it for our post race picture.

We had a great time!  This was definitely a fun event to do.  While I really enjoy the fun and excitement of beating a time goal with other 5Ks, it was nice to have an event where I had friends to do it with me. I'm really glad that Chris was able to do it as well.  Often times we have to pick which one of us gets to go and do a race or something because of child care (like since I'm running the St. Jude Half this year, Chris didn't sign up for the 5K even though he really enjoyed it in 2010 when we did it).  But we were both able to go since Grandma and Grandpa Schwartz let Cody and Sarah stay the night with them and brought them to the run.  

P.S. Since we were already in midtown we decided to go to the zoo afterwards.  Yep, without changing.  We got some pretty funny looks since we looked dirty and homeless.

It was Chris's turn to kiss the giraffe.