Tutus and Pocket Knives

Something for her...

Something for him...

Ladies first:

Halloween celebrations are commonplace in some schools. Not ours. Halloween is more or less frowned upon. You can do pumpkins, bats, and skeletons. No witches, ghosts, or goblins.

Obviously, wearing costumes to school is a big no-no.

Kindergarten has found a way to circumvent that rule. It's called the Literacy Parade. The kids can dress up like their favorite book character. They can choose any character they want...even Barbie or Iron Man. The only rule is that you have to bring a book that features that character.

The Girl was Pinkalicious.

Shocked, aren't you?

We didn't have to buy a thing.

Pinkalicious and The Girl have similar tastes.

Very similar tastes.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Up next:

He's been dying to become one with nature.

So we did a camping trial run this weekend.

The Mr. taught The Boy how to set-up the tent.

It involved the use of a tool. There was no need to twist The Boy's arm.

They worked together and soon had our shelter in place.

And then, the insanity began...

Two wild beasts.

We had shelter. Now we needed fire.

The Boy took it upon himself to gather the tender.

He even put The Girl to work.

She looks enthused, huh? Sorry, nature ain't her thang.

Not too shabby.

The Boy can seek out those sticks.

And we put them to good use.

We dined on roasted hot dogs.

I proved that I am the s'more making queen.

The Boy enjoyed throwing various objects into the fire and watching them burn.

We eventually made our way to the tent. Everyone was snuggled into their sleeping bags. Time to enjoy a peaceful slumber under the moon and stars.

Yeah, not so much.

All through the night we listened to the sound of barking dogs, emergency sirens, helicopters and airplanes flying overhead, and train whistles.

I hope when we head out to nature, it is less boisterous.