Momma's Home!

Hello, lovelies! Do you remember me? You may not recognize me-- what with the refreshed look on my face and the crisp scent of mountain air lingering in my hair. North Carolina was fantastic! And oh Lordy was it beautiful.

The high schoolers we got to hang out with all week were so sweet and precious and amazing- (it reminded me of the days when Chris and I worked with the high school youth group back in Reno.) We led worship twice a day, and I even got to play them the song I wrote for Ezra a few days ago! And they liked it!

It rained the entire week which basically meant that I wore the only pair of jeans I had brought and the only jacket (that I almost didn't even bring) for 5 days straight. STINKY MUCH.

Ezra had the TIME OF HIS LIFE with Momar here this week. Oh, and he can now say every word in the dictionary. I'm pretty sure his vocabulary has surpassed mine at this point. He is even beginning to display some story-telling skills... He told me about how he and MoMar made cookies and went to the OmniPlex and saw some balls go around and around and then down and then into a hole. RIVETING, I tell you! I smell a Pulitzer in the near future.

So now, we are unpacking our bags (well, actually, Chris had his bag unpacked and his clothes IN THE WASHING MACHINE before we'd been home all of 10 minutes. My bag? Well, I've gotten it out of the car... So, um, progress!) and we're readjusting to the routine of being full-time parents and members of a society that is not in the habit of smearing shaving cream and vasoline on every surface of the freshman girl's cabins. (O8' RULZ!)

Now, some pictures:

Chris and Joel awaiting their Archery Round.


I'm a Pirate Archer. Or something. Arrg!


Shocking Accuracy. Ahem.


If you look closely, you can see Joel got a Bullseye.


My Robin Hood.


No youth camp is complete without a little Guitar Hero.


This is how we do it.


Catch of the day!


Fishing in the rain.


This is Jonathan and Leslie and their
yummy-baby-tummy daughter. They are the
ones who invited us to the camp after we met
Jonathan at Passion 07 in Atlanta.


The Detroit Airport is better than Disneyland.


People Movers.


The Corridor of Peace.
(Probably built to chill you out after
your air travel rage- due in part to now having to
PURCHASE your own in-flight peanuts. Whaa??)


This trip has taught me to open my eyes to the endless possibilities that life throws my way. And it has also taught me that traveling (sans toddler) is the most relaxing experience in the world.

Thank you MoMar for your sacrifice of coming to our house for a week to watch Ezzie Bug! WE OWE YOU BIG TIME!