Bode's Field Trip

I have a field trip curse.

I know that if you name something, you're giving it more credibility...(like "beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice.." or something like that). So I'm not trying to be dramatic, I'm just trying to face the facts. And I am in fact cursed on field trip day. (Also dance recital day but that's a whole other story).

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Click on this link to see proof of where my field trip curse started...

http://teamturrill.blogspot.com/2011/09/off-to-farm.html

There's more evidence too, but I'd like to just forget it.

With all of that in my past, you can imagine how hard I tried to make Bode's field trip morning a success... I wasn't going to let flying solo without Benny this week hold me down. I was ULTRA-prepared...(as evidenced by the slew of post-it note reminders scattered around the counter and doors). Everything was in place for me to be on time, with warmly dressed kids, a bag of snacks and a charged camera. 

Then Mimi got a bloody nose. And another one. And ANOTHER one. 

(then threw a fit because she thought I said she could go on her brother's field trip and in fact said she couldn't . And ANOTHER bloody nose hit...this time it was anger-induced. Awesome. With every bloody kleenex tossed on the floor of the garage I saw my chances at breaking my awful field trip streak becoming less of a reality. I'm a walking "busy mom" cliche. I CANNOT arrive on time. I fit too much on my plate. Even when I try really hard, I just can't be the cool, calm, collected mom. So, I was put on this earth I suppose to make everyone else feel less like a mess and better about themselves (or maybe just less alone). You're welcome. )

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AFTER said "bloody child" was escorted angrily calmly to school we made it to our field trip. And it was fantastic. Precious preschool memories solidified by dust, firetruck rides and horse slobber. Just the way it should be.

(Bode fed a horse once. That was good for him. Me, I'm addicted to those soft, sweet horse whiskers).

Bodes and his buddy. 

(When your kid is closing his eyes, but you still post it because you like this picture of yourself better...)

(sometimes the littlest siblings of preschoolers are the best. And P.S. how awesome and "anything goes" is preschool?! Siblings welcome!)

More apples please!

It is EXTREMELY hard for me not to share all of the pictures I took...there were some precious, shiny, smiling faces on the fire truck ride. (but I can't go posting other peoples' kiddos..:)

So I'll post mine ;)

(and a few side faces of others :)

The sweet owners of this farm gave Bode a ride on the fire truck to the bathroom.. xo

Then we fed fish at the pond where I used to stop and feed fish when I was little...

(remember Grandma and Grandpa?! With Ambrose!?)

I think at the end of every field trip I say, "All's well that ends well."

xo