This my friends, is this years fall semester of the Tribe of Judah-School of Ministry.–yes, including the dog, and yes including the littles. We start ‘em young. you know.
Yesterday officially started the school with a BBQ picnic/outreach/music thing up north at a church plant we are a part of. And let me say this…the Keewenaw Peninsula is awesome. Go there. worth it….but don’t go in winter. no fun. lots of snow.
Then today, the slave drivers that we are, forced the students another 45 minutes north of the already 2 hours north we were to Copper Harbor.
That’s where we took the above dashing photo. you know after driving them up the highest peak in michigan, and standing them over a cliff, that would plummet them to their certain death.–oh sorry, that’s the mamma in me coming out…yes, I am a pansy, but my littles are alive. so we will not be having a cliff jumping contest, or bringing ourselves to the edge…in fact, lets stay roughly 25, no 50 feet away from the edge…mmmkay?
And then there’s Daddy in the scene. He likes to give his wife heart attacks, because he can jump high, next to dangerous cliffs, that would plummet him to his certain death.
Please note dangerous cliff behind him–excuse me while I lose my lunch watching this.
After our death defying leaps of death were done–which in retrospect I should have known would happen, I mean breakfast this morning started the day with a discussion on–I swear to you–zombies. And not just the games or the movies. oh no. it was better then that. the talk was; how do we honestly escape if there is–honestly–a zombie break out here. I mean seriously.–Boys…pffft.
Anyway, before zombies; death defying leaps. Yes. After that we had a lovely lunch on a beach. Zuri’s favorite-so awesome for you-food; hotdogs.
And seeing as boys will be boys. and so it seems the school this semester is filled with them. The swimming and events of the day ended in…a marshmallow fight.
Which mind you, started with rocks. So I’ll take the marshmallows.–besides, they stick when wet! as I’m told by said school boys. 
I don’t really know how this post turned into a post about boys being boys. But there it lies. Boys will be boys. Including my dashing–and yes handsome–husband. I guess next time around I’ll have to plan ahead and gross them out with a fart, or one up them by talking about childbirth. That trumps zombies, any. day.
Bring up the mucous plug. And the word episiotomy’s always a mood killer.
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And talk about the placenta! And the fact that some people keep and bury or even EAT it! Then talk about lactation!!! Boys love talk of that stuff.
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