Where I've been and where I'm going

Andy planned a quick little weekend away to celebrate the beginning of summer break.

 There was lots of bed jumping,

and cute sibling poses that ended in head-locks that ended in screaming that ended in all out fist-fights.  But, hey, what's quality family time for if not bludgeoning each other to death?

 Andy and Mia were in theme-park heaven at Six Flags.

 If there's one thing I have learned about theme parks it's that they are humbling places. You may think you look cute when you get there, but by the time you leave you are just as nasty and stinky and gross as everyone else.  

 Bode and I had our fill of Six Flags about 3 hours before Andy and Mia. 

 The kids loved the roof-top pool.

 Bode got all tatted up for the occasion.

 Nothing says vacation like a giant-sized rice krispy treat.

(And apparently nothing says vacation to Andy like hot fudge sundae flavored pop-tarts.  Never send your husband to the store before a trip to get breakfast foods for your children.  I think I should have made him take the oath of doctors before he went shopping for food for our children.  "First, do no harm.")

 And then there was this little impromptu event.  I can't even explain the bizarre fascination we had with this, but it was to the point that we paid to put our kid in this bubble and let tons of strangers gawk at her.

 Andy interviewed her afterwards.  "So tell us, how does it feel to be "that weird mall freak person?"  We were bursting with pride.

 And finally, there was Leggo Land.  This place was pretty neat for little kids.  Bode loved the play area.  Here he is building a leggo car to race in the little leggo race track.

 Mia loved Leggo City, the entire Dallas/Fort Worth area made out of Leggos. 

Now the next section of this post is reserved for mothers, mothers-to-be, or any woman who thinks there is even the slightest chance she might be a mother in the future.

This is where I am going to be this week:

That is the sign for a local church camp.  This is one of the nine million things I have done as a mother that I swore I would nev-ver do.

Right up there with letting my kid sleep with me for any reason what-so-ever and eating hot fudge sundae flavored pop-tarts, I swore I would never go to camp with my kid.

Now don't get me wrong, I am not too high maintenance to rough it.  I haven't had a pedicure in three years, for goodness sake.

But camp is not my thing.

Camp is for fun, outgoing, energetic people that like being around tons of children and not having access to a Starbucks.  Camp is for creative, spiritual people that can teach and inspire the youth of America.  Camp is for sporty, athletic, not afraid to try new things kind of people.

But thank goodness church camp is also for a slightly apprehensive (ok, terrified) mother who wants to be a part of seeing her daughter have a completely new and potentially life changing spiritual experience.

I wouldn't miss it for all the mosquitos and copperheads in the world.

(You know i just said that last sentence for dramatic effect, don't you? If I see a tick I'm outa there.)

The most humbling lesson of motherhood is that you will most certainly do all the things you swore you would never do and even more things you could never have dreamed you would have to do.

And you love {almost} every minute of it.