Post-Convention Syndrome

There is an actual syndrome.  I promise.  I think.

I dearly, dearly love homeschooling.  I dearly, dearly love our state's annual homeschool convention.  I love it so much that Maggie the other day was praying aloud, "...and Jesus, thank you that our parents chose to homeschool us so that Mama can go to convention every year."

Can I get an amen, sista?

Many states have really great conventions, but I'm totally unbiased and unprejudiced when I say that Arizona's is the best.  (not that I've been to any others, you know.)  


So every year, Paco and I head off on a sweltering, Arizona-in-July Friday morning, ready to 1) be filled and energized for the upcoming school year, 2) eat in restaurants sans the high chairs and kids menus, 3) talk (and talk, and talk, and talk), and lest we forget 4) shop 'til we drop, baby!  It's my favoritest weekend of the whole year.

I love that we get to celebrate my favoritest weekend with the breakfast of champions.  I can assure you, I never get to breakfast like this at home.

(that's me and my lovely Sarah from Splashin' Glory

'cuz we're in-real-life friends.  you should go to her

blog because she's flippin' awesome and you'll love her!)

And in the midst of all books and chatting and food and squealing when we see old friends or that last piece of curriculum that we absolutely must have, there has to be silliness of some sort.  You know it's true.

          How the world see us:                                                                                How we see us:

I was determined to be silly at some point during the day with my hubby.  In fact, I made him practice in the hotel mirror.  We're so hot.

No, seriously.  It was like 112 degrees that day.

And then sadly, it was over.  We loaded up our treasures, waved good-bye to friends and rested our aching feet.

The most fun thing, though, was showing all the kids the "gifts" we got for them. (shhh, don't tell them it's actually school work.)

I can't wait to show you all the cool stuff mama the kids got!  Now to find a place to put it all.  Looks like we're going to need more bookshelves.

Honey?