We hear there is a MONSTER at the end of this book.
(And we probably do not want monsters on Tumblr now, do we?)
EVERY CHILD IN THE HISTORY OF EVER BELIEVES THIS TO BE THE BEST BOOK
[Yes, screaming in all caps was necessary. You would forget otherwise (no you wouldn’t, it is just fun). It is also impossible to read this book and not begin speaking like our favorite blue fuzzy monster. It is simply not. Yes, I am typing this in a Grover-voice.]
On Friday, we’ll be airing a very special episode of Sesame Street.
A hurricane has swept through Sesame Street and everyone is working together to clean up the neighborhood. When Big Bird checks on his home, he is heartbroken to find that the storm has destroyed his nest. Big Bird’s friends and neighbors gather to show their support and let him know they can fix his home, but it will take time. While everyone on Sesame Street spends the next few days cleaning up and making repairs, Big Bird still has moments where he is sad, angry, and confused. His friends help him cope with his emotions by talking about what happened, drawing pictures together, and giving him lots of hugs. They also comfort Big Bird by offering him temporary places he can eat, sleep, and play. Big Bird remembers all the good times he had at his nest and realizes that once it is rebuilt, there are more good times and memories to come. Finally the day has come where most of the repairs to Big Bird’s home are done and his nest is complete. As he is about to try it out, though, the city nest inspector says it not safe, yet, because the mud isn’t dry. Big Bird is sad that he has to wait another day, but Snuffy comes to the rescue and blows the nest dry and he passes the test! Big Bird thanks everyone for being his friend and helping to rebuild his nest and his home.
We made a joke. You re-blogged like crazy. So we made this video. Share it maybe.
So yesterday we ran a 5K called the Color Run. The people who do the Color Run call it ‘The Happiest 5K In The World’. It’s not timed, because what does that really matter? We brought Aaliyah and she ‘ran’ or what it is small kids do - I believe it is called ‘scooting’ - and it was awesome.
There were four stations, which was a shame because there should have been six. The stations were, in order: yellow, pink, blue, and orange. People at each station had buckets and plastic bottles filled with an appropriately dyed corn starch powder and threw this powder at us racers and then we turned that color. I said it “was a shame because there should have been six” as where was the purple station! The green station? Oh well, because they also randomly gave us a powder packet of a color to throw up in the air at the end of the race.
At the end of the race was a party. I say it was ‘a party’ because it was a party. There was dancing and rainbow clouds. The DJs threw out swag and more powder packs. There was also dancing. We all loved it.
They played original version of the song above. They played it a dozen or three times. At the race-gate, the DJs yelled out, “DO YOU GUYS LIKE THIS SONG?” People replied, “WOOOOO!!!”, and we danced it again. They also played Florence + The Machine and Imagine Dragons. At the color party, they played it again. On the walk back to the car, I told Audra, “I love this song,” and she rolled her At the home, we found this version, produced by the Children’s Television Workshop, and played it for Aaliyah.
“Cookie Monster!” she said and then danced in the kitchen.
I said at the top “What does it matter?” when it comes to timing the race. It can matter, but I’ve seen people make it not matter. They make it something painful, a type of addiction where calories and reps are measured because they are what matter. Their feet pulsing over the earth is not what counts. The dance of it does not matter.
I’ve talked to runners and running is not a workout. It is a dance. I’m not dancer-dancer or runner-runner. But I ran and danced because that is what matters. It is easy to forget but also that much easy to remember.