Adventures in September

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Every September, the 5th and 6th graders in our middle school go on a September Adventure, where they learn team building skills and good stuff like that. I went with Hunter one year as a chaperon, and I decided that if I wanted to go as a chaperon with Corrine's class, now would be the time to do it because she's in 6th grade this year.
And guess what? Laynee is in Kindergarten. Which means that I didn't have to worry about finding someone to watch her. Which means that I am a free woman. Which means it's time to have another baby. But not a dog baby. Do you know how mad I am at our puppy right now? Really, really mad. He is nothing but a pain in my bee-you-tee-tee. He chews on things, digs holes, plays tug of war with all of my plants, and ruins everything that I have ever held dear. Seriously, if I could find him a good home, he would be outta here. 

But I digress...as you can see from the above picture, we went on a 13 mile bike ride...

...we went on a hike...

...picked up fuzzy caterpillars...

...climbed rock walls...

...mastered obstacle courses...


...climbed a 9 foot wooden fence with only the help of our teammates...

...made hula hoops...

...rocked the hula hoops...



...and went canoeing. Just to mention a few.
It was a fun filled, jam packed two days. 
And if you ask Corrine, I only embarrassed her one time. Though I honestly don't see what's so embarrassing about standing in front of the whole 5th and 6th grades around a campfire and leading them in singing the Titanic song. With fervor. AND maybe a little embellishment.
*sniff*

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I do what ever I can when ever I can to embarrass my children. Well maybe not Mike, I have to act grown up around Mike, but Natalie, oh yeah, every opportunity I get (which are far and few in-between) and Madison her daughter, it is my quest in life to keep them on their toes and embarressed at all times. What else will they remember me for? I want them to sit around when I am gone and say "remember when mom did ..." and then laugh because it totally embarressed them.....I figure if I can get away with it now...I will be able to get away with a lot when I am really old and crazy and pretend to be senial when in fact I will know exactly what I am doing to "embarress" my children :)
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