Today I was able to breathe for the first time in a long time. I could fill my lungs with the crisp morning air and for the first time in far too long, I woke up on a Saturday morning and I waited for no one. I am without a doubt a morning person. Early bird gets the worm and all that jazz. Most days I wake up before my children have even stopped dreaming. I caught wind of a local event that was sponsored by several surrounding businesses and corporations called The Healthy Kids Summit. My mother in law who is typically abreast of most things going on in our community sent me a message and I wasted no time. The best part is that it was at our local park, which happens to be my favorite place to have an impromptu nature session, and it's literally 2 miles from where we live, so I was all in. All you really have to do is mention the words Bouncy House around here and I'm not sure about your children, but mine immediately come correct with brushed hair, brushed teeth, a clean outfit, socks, shoes, and are at the front door before you can pack a water bottle to keep them hydrated. So, in literally less than 30 minutes after hearing of the event, off we go. I'm not sure if this is the first year this event has taken place, but I couldn't have been more proud of the effort our community put into not only providing a morning full of fun activities for children, but also taking the opportunity to teach them the importance of things like fitness, dental hygiene, personal health, and even personal space, which is so important. They had local fireman there, letting children get a look inside of a fire truck. I wanted to get a peek inside myself, but the middle root was steadily watching me in fear. He isn't one to be easily embarrassed, but given the scenario of his mother hoisting herself into a large fire truck with lights flashing may have been too much. I could see him beginning to swallow over and over as if he thought I may drive that big sonofabitch right out of the park with sirens blaring. I would NEVER! Tiny root was mesmerized by a group of girls from a high school dance squad teaching little girls some choreography. She wasn't eager to participate, but she loved their "shiny suits" and did her best to mimic their jumps and kicks from a distance. There was even a Karate Dojo with a group of students showing the tiny root how she can effectively kick our asses on a regular basis. Now THAT, she was participating in. I think that may be something I regret later. In fact, she's giving me the stink eye right now. We had a great time, and I'm proud to say that even at age 2, the little root dominated to bounce house/slide, and the middle was more than happy to keep her safe during the accent and decent He always does everything he can to make certain that his most prized possession is taken care of. The grand finale of the day was the raffle. The boy waited eagerly as they called number after number, and when they called his, it was the icing on the cake of an already fun day. We are now plotting out which movie we will go see together with the movie passes he won. In my Adventure section, you won't find the typical posts. It's my own personal adventures with myself and the roots. Sometimes we will be in our own back yard or maybe someone else's. Every day is an adventure with this bunch, and I plan to share each and every one, big and small, because some of the biggest adventures can be had only a few miles away. Live, Love, and Grow Roots.