Safaris, Teaching, and More Teeth

Last week was wild and crazy as we headed into a Jungle Safari in search of a priceless treasure!  That was the theme of our church's VBS, and I was the kids' fearless leader, Safari Sal.  It was my job to get the kids super hyped up every night through singing, dancing, playing, and just plain-old being silly!  And if you know me at all, you know this is right up my alley.  I had a ball, especially when I realized the kids were going to treat me like a friggin celebrity.  Nothing like a boost to the ol' ego....from a bunch of 5-year-olds...

Pete's mowing hat + Pete's female coworker's VDGIF shirt + South African beads + random bandana + old camp counselor shorts + wool socks + winter boots = Safari Sal.  (I had to wear winter boots because I don't own work boots [yet] and apparently neither does any other woman I know in our general area.  I didn't think the kids would know the difference...but they did: "Safari Sal, are those winter boots?  Are your feet hot?"  Yes and yes, little one.)

I was also offered an ACCESS class last week, so I've been working my tail off getting that set up.  It's Creative Writing again, which is great, and I am pumped about having an outlet that lets me kind-of do my teaching thang again and getting that extra money.

Susannah has SIX teeth now!  She was teething pretty bad early last week (drooling like crazy, runny nose, fussing, etc.), and sure enough, two new teeth broke through on Thursday.  She now has 4 straight across the top and her two bottom ones.

Pics!

Pete and Susannah came up one night, and I asked Pete, aka Mr. Safari Sal, if he would read our bible verse.  The kids called him Mr. Safari Sal for the remainder of the week!

With Susannah, some of the kids, and the nicest lady at our church Beverly.  The little boy on my left told his mom he wanted to dress like me with boots, shorts, and a safari shirt.  It made my night!

The only way I can sneak in some snuggles is by opening a book.

Couch time is always entertaining.  Here, Susannah is resting (seriously) between clamoring for pens off the side table  and burying her face in the cushions.