Sunday, August 20, 2006

Music Camp 2006

Well another year of music camp has come and gone. We had a great time. We were really busy but it was all worth it when the campers told us how much fun they had. We did a few pranks, which I got blamed for. Which then resulted in me having water and then flour poured on me. I think I finally have it out of my hair, 2 days later. There is so much to tell but I will say that, I, learned a lot from my choir. It just goes to show you that we never stop learning.
I hope everybody has had a great week too. I know Beth has. Congrats Perry's on the new bambino Logan. I really like that name.
Before I go check out everybody's blog I will leave you with a poop story from this past week. All of our poop stories were a big topic of discussion during camp so it was inevitable that something with poop would happen. I was at the park with a bunch of the faculty's kids and my own, when Taylor came running up pointing out her finger. She proceed to ask me what was all over her hand. Well, yes, it was poop. It was all over her hand, up her back, and all over her pants. I just can't get away from it. Oh well what kind of week would it have been if poop didn't come into the picture. I hope everyone has a great week.

6 comments:

Tammy & Jeremy said...

Taylor must have walked a pretty long way all poopy before she found at the park. I hope she didn't try eating it like chocolate...haha. Good Times at Camp!...They must continue!

K said...

Glad to hear it was a fairly good experience for you. I look forward to hearing the stories...

Desiree said...

Aww, music camp was so much fun, even when everyone in my cabin got sick with tonsilitis?, or was it strep throat? Anyway, glad it went well for you. And I love your poop stories, they always make me laugh.

sarah said...

Kirsten, you did an amazing job this week! i had so much funn. and sorry about the flour, but my pillow still smells like spices!

GP Jenn said...

I always had a blast at music camp. It's funny how when you're a parent poop becomes a regular part of a conversation. People who aren't parents kinda look at you wierd when you say how proud you are of the big poop your child did.

Joy & Darrin said...

Sorry I missed that little bit of excitement this year.
You did a fantastic job, by the way.
You Rock!