Saturday, May 5, 2012
Camp Momanmee!
Morgan's preschool hosts a special mother-son date night each year for preK and K. This year's theme was Camp Momanmee. They really put in a lot of hard work and did an outstanding job. GG came over to stay with baby Carter so that Dad could hit up his favorite place, Buffalo Wild Wings, while Morgan and took off for our special night. This is the second time that she's watched Carter for me and the second time that I've been away from him. Carter did great!
We arrived and were ushered to a stage decorated with a bunch of Christmas trees, huge tent and fake campfire. They also had one of those silly vignettes where you poke your head through a hole for a picture. So, we had our photos taken there and then joined everyone for dinner. Then, the Critterman came. He has an 18 year old tarantula! ICK! Evidently the females live 30 years and the males live 5 years. So, female is the way to go if you have to be born a tarantula. After the Critterman they divided everyone up into four groups and we were off to different stations. We had a bug hunt, bounce houses, camping bingo, made s'mores (Morgan called them snores), went on a flashlight hike in the dark and painted wooden snakes. The kids were all given bags and earned merit badges with each completed station. Then, we all joined back up to sing songs to the pastor's guitar around the campfire and hear a story.
The pastor mentioned that he might be a little afraid to go home because his wife and daughter were out of town. His talk focused around praying to God for help. So, he said that he would pray to God for help. Afterwards, Morgan went up to him to tell him a Bible verse we learned a while back, "Fear not, for I am with you.". It's somewhere in Issiah. Morgan was trying to reassure him. How precious!
I'm using a Blogger app from my phone and I can't figure out how to reorient these photos. So, until I figure that out... crank your head sideways!
We arrived and were ushered to a stage decorated with a bunch of Christmas trees, huge tent and fake campfire. They also had one of those silly vignettes where you poke your head through a hole for a picture. So, we had our photos taken there and then joined everyone for dinner. Then, the Critterman came. He has an 18 year old tarantula! ICK! Evidently the females live 30 years and the males live 5 years. So, female is the way to go if you have to be born a tarantula. After the Critterman they divided everyone up into four groups and we were off to different stations. We had a bug hunt, bounce houses, camping bingo, made s'mores (Morgan called them snores), went on a flashlight hike in the dark and painted wooden snakes. The kids were all given bags and earned merit badges with each completed station. Then, we all joined back up to sing songs to the pastor's guitar around the campfire and hear a story.
The pastor mentioned that he might be a little afraid to go home because his wife and daughter were out of town. His talk focused around praying to God for help. So, he said that he would pray to God for help. Afterwards, Morgan went up to him to tell him a Bible verse we learned a while back, "Fear not, for I am with you.". It's somewhere in Issiah. Morgan was trying to reassure him. How precious!
I'm using a Blogger app from my phone and I can't figure out how to reorient these photos. So, until I figure that out... crank your head sideways!
Amazing Birthday Party
I'm not typically wowed by a kids' birthday party. But, my friend Kimberly really impressed me!
It was a 50s theme party. Which I find funny because these kiddos will experience their own 50s in less than 40 years. We first arrived to a "hair salon" where the kids all got spray colored hair. She went all out with custom labeled soda pops, malt milk shakes, 2 different bounce houses for the kids, themed games, a themed craft, hula hoops, a full lunch, prizes and a cute crazy straw cup party favor. She also made individual "hamburger & fries" baskets. They were actually cupcakes, brownies and icing. Amazing!
Check out the pics. Morgan started crying when we had to leave.
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