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!!

The time has come...

Today's the big day friends... We're loading up the bus and heading out because it's field trip day! That's right, it's the end of the year field trip for Mason's first grade class and things are about to get a whole lot crazier, because guess who gets to go? Mmmhhhmm. You know it. I got the golden ticket fools!

Only 2 parents get the coveted seats on the bus with the screaming herd of rabid hooligans, and yours truly is one of them. Apparently I pissed someone off. I know. Lucky me, right? I get to be a chaperone. You know what that means, don't you? Someone actually TRUSTS me to watch these little whippersnappers. They must have read my blog and realized that I'm the Mother of the Year. 2010 Represent! Note to self: pack extra Red Bull, zip ties, and duct tape.

{He's saving a seat on the bus for one lucky lady}

Have an awesome weekend folks...
Wish me luck!