Beaver, beaver, beaver

Somehow...someway... I survived the field trip. Don't get me wrong, those little hooligans tried to break my spirit, but it didn't work. They were crazy if they thought a little motion sickness was gonna hold me down. I'm straight gangster...Note to self: never sit in the back of a crammed bus going down a windy road again. The kids had a blast at the Nature Center and I...well...I survived and have the pictures to prove it!!

{Leader of the brat pack...}

{The kids snuggling fur pelts....PETA would love this!!}

{Talk about a bear hug...get it?!...bear!!...yeah.}

{Our fearless leader foraging into the poison oak forest...that crap was EVERY WHERE}

{Knock knock...Whooooo's there?......HA!}

{Read the name tag fools...it's Mrs. Cline to you.}

The highlight of the trip, however, doesn't need a picture! It was while the kids were snuggling the fur pelts and a certain little boy...ahem...who shall not be named...held up a beaver fur pelt and loudly yelled "I LOVE .... (...well you fill in the blank, this is a family blog after all)"

PRICELESS! Made the entire field trip totally worth it.

Happy Monday!!