Summer Plans? Gymnastics…

What to do with bouncy kids over summer? #WGVGymnasticsCamp

Summer Plans? Gymnastics…

March 22, 2022

Do you have any summer plans?

How about spending a few days trying out a fantastic gymnastics camp? At WGV Gymnastics, our 9 weeks of summer is split into 9 individual themes starting with Super Hero week on June 6th to Wacky Water Week kicking off the final camp week of August 1st.

Fun & games, crafts, tumbling, learning new skills, making new friends! Come join us!

Most 12 o’clockers beg to stay til 3pm or even 5pm so as not to miss anything! Our gym is such a magical place that no one ever wants to leave…

Camps start at 9am and end between noon and 5pm (choose your end time when you register online) and camper ages start at 3 years old and up.

Lucas loves camp! His best-friends-on-earth-that-arent-brother-cousins go to camp. Jillian loves to practice her gymnastics skills and dance moves (there’s usually some dance party time hidden somewhere in the week!).

Check out our website, register online for camp, or join us for open gyms every Friday noon to 1pm or Parents’ Night Out every third Saturday! Summer activity, check! Lots of workout = tired kiddos, check!

We have it all!

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~Nancy Tart

Watermelons

May 18, 2020

Watermelons

In our garden there are these long snaky vines that we keep training to stay out of the peppers, stop invading the carrot patches, and keep your green tendrils off of the zucchini!

They start as wavy delicate yet determined sprouts. Nothing, not even the largest block of rock mud from the bottom of the old dried up pond gets in their way!

BOOM! rock is dust!

RIP! old squash leaf is split!

CRACK! goes the tiny seed starter cup!

Whatever stands in the way, the watermelon seedling bursts through it. Then these once delicate vines turn into a vast network of tangled grass-choking stems. What are they protecting?

The whole life and growth of the watermelon vine is directed to the tiny fragile yellow blossoms. Some female blossoms bear a tiny oval of green at their base. This tiny dimple is what they are destroying all other plant life for? But that tiny dimple grows. It is sheltered under the protective covering of the lacy leaves. This blip becomes a blimp! Swiftly it swells into a gourd that darkens with tiger stripes – if tigers were green.

Watermelons.

Even when conditions are difficult the watermelon plant puts all of it’s effort on building the fruit to maturity.

This plant can’t grow without sunlight, water, and the right nutrients in the soil

It reminds me of life: (here she goes again, more plants and animals that mirror into life *sigh*) HEHEHE… (you should already know this!!)

Anyway, it reminds me of life: we start slowly and cautiously in wherever we are planted, uprooting is a risk, we slowly grow in whatever direction leads us to light and space, we try to smooth the path for those after us, as parents, everything in our lives is focused on leading the next generation to maturity and we can’t do any of that without God.

And that is where my mind wanders as I am counting watermelons on the hills in our little garden…

Thank you for reading (gotcha trapped if you got this far!)

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~Nancy Tart

Popping Pool Days

April 30, 2020

Popping Pool Days

So when Grandma Tina brought Lucas’ new bicycle, she also brought a little pool! The girls were like, “oh, look, a baby pool for Thea!” and “6 feet! Wow, I can lay down in it and not touch each wall!”

It was not just Thea’s pool!

After each empty, they scrub it out with our dishwashing soap, relocate it so as not to totally kill the grass, and start over! The first refill has a tad of soap left – the last refill had a bit too much soap but they made hats out of the bubbles!

Here are some video tidbits!

And Lucas had to try it… he said “let me do it, just me!”

He didn’t go underwater then, but normally he does! My little wave-crasher is now a small pool fish too. Thea stands in the pool and flings water at everyone else, when we can get her in it!

Someone asked, “wow, how can they have so much fun out of one little pool?”

Because they enjoy time, have vivid imaginations, and enjoy each other’s company… and we try to cultivate an atmosphere of gratefulness. Always trying to find the good and enjoy it. Life is so much more fun when you enjoy it!

Thanks for reading!

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~Nancy Tart

Our Beach Morning

April 22, 2020

Our Beach Morning

On Saturday morning the beaches of St Johns County decided to open back for restricted times. No “gathering” though so we couldn’t take the baby shade tent which meant limited time for us due to not wanting baby burned. But we went!

Sunday at sunrise we gathered ourselves, tried to wake the more sluggish members of the family, and trouped to the beach. It was a gorgeous morning with nice steady surf and almost high tide when we arrived (well, arrived, changed Thea into her beach romper, let Lucas go potty, and walked over the ramp). There were dozens of surfers out and several fishermen with their coolers and pole stakes. Normal beach life. Actually, quite crowded for our experience, but then after the hurricanes the beaches are always full! Guess quarantine has the same effect as an extended hurricane on beach gatherings.

Thea was excited about the water today and ran out into ankle-deep water. It was cold enough to stop her. Lucas, though, wanted to go out where the surfers were! He couldn’t talk any of the big girls into going with him, so he would run into a wave, jump and land in a push up position half-floating and laugh heavy belly laughs. Tiny conch, mussels, clams, and assorted bivalve sea creatures were washed up under our feet by the thousands! Baby Thea loved them! She kept wiggling her toes and saying “tickle tickle!” The little critters ticked her toes as they burrowed back into the soft sand.

Lucas and Thea also waved and greeted everyone who passed. Anyone they noticed, they wanted to say hi to. Thea wanted to run to every other child and every dog she saw. One actually stopped to let her toddler greet Thea. Both babies were enthusiastic about seeing each other! It was so cute!

Suddenly, a creature was on a shell on the high tide line where I was looking for shells – and I called Becky (seriously, she did Marine Biology, she knows all sea life) to find out what it was. “Oh my! It’s an anemone!” and she gathered it carefully and rescued it by putting it back in the water. After a few more live anemone discoveries and “oh my!” shrieks by Kimberly and Becky, Thea grabbed a random shell, yelped “oh my!” and raced back to the shallow waves to fling the shell into the water like a frisbee. It’s the thought that counts, right?

It was a short visit as Thea’s tender arms let us know it was time to leave (Each person has a limit that we figure out and we go in when the first “red flag of warning” lets us know we are about to get burnt.) About an hour and a half of rescuing sea life, collecting beautiful shells, watching Jaquline and Lucas build a sandcastle, watching Lucas bellyflop into each oncoming wave, seeing Thea no longer be scared of the crashing waves, and watching the beauty of the morning sun in the length of the spring day.

The beach always refreshes me. I love it. I can breathe! This morning felt like a worship service. Our church has been closed for 4 weeks but being in nature is close – everything, including the little mollusks, the variety and beauty of their shells, the glorious waves, the sweet-salty spray opening up my lungs, all of creation shouts God’s glory!

Each of thousands – maybe tens of thousands – of those tiny creatures were each magnificent in their own individual beauty. Just like us. Each of us are independently unique and individually beautiful in our uniqueness. I glanced in my memory at the surfers on the waves; all different, each individual with the common bond of a passion for the stoke of riding the waves. Each of us beachgoers; all different, each individual with the common bond of our enjoyment of the beautiful beach.

This is the beauty in creation. The exquisite beauty of each small piece. Tiny grains of sand that look like gemstones under the microscope. We are more precious than diamonds – knit together by God.

Thank you for reading!

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~Nancy Tart

Muddy Water Day

April 6, 2020

Muddy Water Day

We are a crazy outdoor family. After one 6am epic three-player (connected our little old computers together with LAN – the girls’ new love) Age of Empires (old school from like the 90s) game, we are technologically pooped.

As we are winning our Age of Empires, Louis made amazing waffles with homemade whipped cream (yummmmmmmmy).

Next step: Monopoly.

I’m having a bummer of a start… all the properties are gone except two and I have two railroads, one red, and electric company. I bought the last yellow. Louis quickly offered both railroads for the yellow (he had the other two) and I figured, sure, why not help him up on my way out.

WELL… turns out having three other people landing on my $200 a pop spaces continually led to me winning the first monopoly game in years!

Lunch was bean and rice burritos. (Louis cooked, I cleaned)

Next was outside. Waterslide (plastic sheet with a hose), mud, and gymnastics routines to whole songs pumping from one bass speaker that Louis DJ queued up. Thea took a nap, I typed up blogs, bread dough (for pizza dinner) was rising, and we spent the afternoon playing outside.

Thea had a little cup for her soda, but decided to learn how to pour her sister’s soda into her cup, then her cup back into sister’s soda can, and leave soda footprints on the carport:

Lucas left the waterslide to play in the mud pools:

The girls practiced their gymnastics routines. They did both the Show Routines to real floor music and did the ones they made up for each of the really popular songs they hear at Parents’ Nights Out because they want to do them with their friends during free time one night. The Speechless song from Aladin is by far the favorite. Jaquline’s “routine” is more interpretive dance than Kimberly’s focused skill-by-skill connected with dance moves gymnastics routine, but both were quite entertaining!

Just a little glimpse into our fun, crazy life.

Louis just left to go start the pizza. Thea and I are enjoying listening to Tron Legacy music as I finish this last blog for the week on my borrowed computer, then we’ll head inside… turns out they want to watch “Cheaper By the Dozen” with Myrna Loy and Clifton Webb and we’ll do “Yours Mine and Ours” with Lucille Ball and Henry Fonda (Lucy is their favorite!) while we eat.

Slow, relaxing day with our crew. Hope everyone is faring well through this trying time. Slow down and enjoy what you have.

Thank you for Reading!

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~Nancy Tart

Beautiful Beach Day

March 31, 2020

Beautiful Beach Day

I know by the time this gets published, we aren’t going to be allowed on our beautiful beaches anymore due to what my teens tease the history books will call “the corona shutdown,” but don’t judge us.

Anyway, after making sure you understand that my one-month of disabled computer leading to very-very late posts is what causes this to be published way after it happened…

We LOVE our beach days (usually evenings, it is surface-of-the-sun Florida, even in February and March). This lovely day was a perfect, breezy, sunshine day. Our beach was “crowded” today (aka, more than just three groups as far as the eye could see). We actually happened to know both of our distant beach neighbors!

The girls took our boogie boards and caught the tiny waves. They grew to some nice ones and a few surfers started dotting the decent ones past the distant sandbar (if you see a dark dot in the distance, that is a surfer).

The teens buried each other together so that their legs were “eaten by the hungry hippo.”

Thea thought the water was too cold. After Mommy tried to get her wet a few times, she continually raced back up to Daddy, the shade tent, and Mommy’s chair.

In the background you see Kimberly in a deep hole, the other legs belong to part of the kid squad trying to fill that hole with water using sand buckets in a bucket line! We laughed so hard as they kept shrieking “the water’s going down!” after each bucketful of water got lost in the thirsty sands at the bottom.

There were some very funny teenager-talk jokes passing around during the sand sculpture time.

Besides enjoying hours with my family – my absolute favorite activity in the Earth, the beach allows me to breathe like I used to. I dunk my head in the salty water, rinse my sinuses and after a half-hour or so, I can breathe like before the mold allergy. I love the beach. This is why I live in Florida. I am a surfer in my soul. I managed one wave where Lucas baby-surfed on me (I bodysurfed and he was clinging on) but he has learned how to bodysurf on his own and Thea isn’t ready for that yet!

I pray to be able to continue to live near these amazing sandy tapestries of God’s wonderful design where I can feel refueled and whole. We packed up, watched the sunset, and trudged back to our van.

We left our sanctuary and returned to “real life.” I refused the radio and we listened and tried to sing-along to uplifting fun songs.

Are we in uncertain times? Yes, but nature always makes me remember that God is in control and my job is to do what I am able to and leave everything else that I can’t control in His hands.

Thank you for reading!

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~Nancy Tart

Tropical Thunder

September 10, 2019

Tropical Thunder

Hurricanes are not to be taken lightly.  You know, so many memes make light of hurricanes because people have to laugh at what scares them to give themselves a boost of courage.  No, those of us who have been through the eye of any storm do not take any of them lightly. 

My little town of Saint Augustine, Florida, has been through some big ones: Dora in 1964 (check this cover of Life magazine!), Matthew in 2016, Irma in 2017, and we were bracing for Dorian.  Dorian didn’t do much here, some wind and lots of flooding, but it did what no model predicted as it launched up into a category 5 and slammed the Bahamas Islands as the second strongest storm to make landfall in the Atlantic and sat with its eye just off the island for almost a full day.  No model predicted this 1mph standstill of destruction.

Our prayers were with those in the Bahamas. 

Seriously, though, I’ve been tracking storms since my Daddy grabbed us with an excited smile looking like a boy just opening his favorite toy – “come see this!”  Katy and I raced out of the fortified laundry room where us kids were hiding during Hugo outside into an eerie calm to stare up a black funnel to a tiny circle of stars and I asked, “Daddy, where are the rest of the stars?” We were looking up Hurrican Hugo’s eye in North Charleston, South Carolina in 1989.  That became an obsession.  I watched “Twister” two years after it came out and that rekindled my interest in meteorology, but that’s just me – I’m interested in everything and have likely studied any topic at some point. 

Storms generally follow one of two basic tracks.  You can predict them generally based on low and high pressure systems flanking them and the temperature of the currents in their vicinity.  Yet, one thing I have learned is that once they break that category 4 threshold; they do what they please.  Cat 4 and 5 are totally unpredictable – Daddy called them “Tropical Thunders.”  I have looked up a storm’s eye.  I have played in tropical storms up trees like pirates on ships at sea while my Daddy sat on the covered porch with his portable radio.  I’ve watched gusts of 40mph shove my 6-year-old across the flooded front yard “lake” standing on a boogie board (Hurricane Matthew).  I’ve walked – no waded along – the bayfront as Irma approached, while my kids intoned “behold the power to water” like the dragon from Avatar: The Last Airbender.  I’ve laid over four sleeping children under the sturdy wooden table in the strongest room in the house with Louis over the other side as the kids lay sleeping like Lincoln logs in a row while we prayed the giant roaring train of a tornado spawned by Irma stayed away from our house. I’ve helped countless neighbors with storm debris, cooking food, boiling water, marking downed power lines, etc. after a storm.  I’ve watched my kids do as I did and make forts out of the tree debris – and as a parent I’ve shouted, “watch out for snakes!”

Hurricanes are an awesome, beautiful, unpredictable force of nature.  You can appreciate their beauty from the satellite imagery and the rolling dark clouds of the ocean as they approach.  You fear their terrible strength. 

I might seem flippant when I say, “no, we didn’t evacuate.” But no.  I’m not flippant at all.  I personally understand the devastation a hurricane and its accompanying tornadoes can cause.  I have seen the damage where homes are flat, roofs are missing, cars picked up and tossed – my first school was completely flattened by Hugo.  I saw the matchsticks that remained of the mobile home parks in Matthew’s wake.  I know their terrible power.  If Dorian had come toward us as a 4 or 5, I would have evacuated to my mom’s high-ground, very sturdy, 20 mile inland condo.  My home is a 1979 mobile home surrounded by huge sycamore and maple trees – no way I’m sitting through a cat 3+ in that thing.  Sure, we stayed.  But we were vigilant.  We watched, tracking the storm and plotting various paths.  We had our “goto” bags (2 changes of clothes, baby diapers, important documents, etc.) where we could grab them and go instantly if needed.  We also were prepared for days without power as we were last time.  Not a single outage and our power often goes out in simple thunderstoms.  Still, I will never laugh off a hurricane threat.

I won’t run at the drop of a hat.  I do know how to help others and I know that shelters are for those who can’t live without power (I can, we actually make it a camping adventure!).  I don’t have anyone in my family with a severe medical condition.  I do have animals depending on me to protect them.  Yes, if we evacuated, they would be in our vehicles (one with doggies and Minuit & the other with Guinea Pigs & hens). I don’t live in a flood zone.  I don’t live in an evacuation zone. 

I respect the storms just as I respect the ocean. 

I understand the power of “a little wind and rain” as some memes laughed.  I seriously do.  Daddy filled every 5-gallon bottle with drinking water and the tubs with water for flushing toilets before each storm.  Even if most of the time we emptied them without using them.  He never got complacent.  When we were in an apartment and watching Matthew come (our house was in inland GA at the time) a coworker laughed at Daddy and said, “you really gonna run?” Daddy laughed right back, “I weathered Hugo in a solid brick house up high, think I’m staying in some stick and drywall apartment when a cat 4 is coming that’s wider than the entire state?”  Yes, we went back home for that one.

Nature is wild.  We are given brains to be able to perceive the threats and move ourselves out of danger. 114 years ago when the 1905 Galveston hurricane hit, they didn’t have any warning and were just going about life’s normal business.  Today we have radar, satellite, news channels, severe weather updates on our phones, and easy access to evacuation routes.  All of this was put in place to help people be able to choose to move to safety if needed.  I choose to use this knowledge when needed and keep my family safe

Sure, I will laugh at any hurricane joke just like any other Floridian.  I see the image of plywood Florida with battered eyes tucking it’s peninsula up against the panhandle and I laugh too.  This is our risk.  Some places have ice storms, (how do you even drive on ice, seriously?) dust storms, tornado alley, weeks of rain at a time with no sunshine, etc.  We have the occasional hurricaine, coastal flooding, and severe summer thunderstorms.  I’m a Floridian.  I’m a computer-travel child who joked that “named hurricanes followed my family around” as my tracking obsession led me to realize they were aiming at us (no matter where in the Southeast we landed, there was not a single peaceful hurricane season for us – we always had at least one named storm directly on us!).  I might joke about them, but I hold a reverent fear of the awesome power of the force of nature called the “tropical cyclone” aka “hurricane.”

Be vigilant & safe!

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~Nancy Tart

Happiness Is…

When you close your eyes and see happiness, what do you see?

March 12, 2019

Happiness Is…

Each of us has a different view of happiness.  This is because we are all unique individuals with varying dreams, passions, interests, and desires!  Try this exercise:

Close your eyes.  Take a deep breath.  Think of the word, “happiness.”  What do you see?

For me, happiness is:

…Lucas racing his bike around the yard (he LOVES that bicycle)

…a clear bright blue Florida sky (hopefully with ocean sounds in my ears!)

…playing chef or chef’s assistant in the kitchen with family or friends with happy music playing (I LOVE the community feeling when there are two or more of us cooking together.)

…the sound of the waves, the feel of squishy sand, the salty sea smell (for perfection, add a surfboard.)

…the smell of sweet hay, the sound of farm animals, the sight of abundant fruit on trees and in a garden

…a bright, open, cheery home with a sanctuary for visiting relatives (Grandma suite, anyone?)

…every time I picture this perfection in my mind, I see my family.  Family, friends, community; living life together.  This is what I picture as happiness.

I often imagine heaven as a huge garden, overflowing with life, where all of us spend quality time with each other tending the animals and plants as we were designed to do (okay, I know that’s simple and I’m ignoring the obvious awesomeness of actually seeing Jesus in glory, but you know, I can dream.)  Happiness for me is being with my family.

A wise man said, “be sure if you join yourself to someone, they see happiness the same way you do.”

Another, “you can’t change someone, they are the only one who can choose to change themselves.”

Remember that you cannot be happy trying to force someone else into a mold you see.  Enjoy them as they are.  (We all have flaws, no one is perfect, and everyone is uniquely different!)  Don’t try to change others, just allow them to be who they are.  (A friend pointed out to me once that no one in the “Pooh-Bear” books “unfriend” Eeyore because he’s gloomy; they accept him as he is.)

When you close your eyes and see happiness, whom do you see with you?  Those are the ones you love.  That is what you treasure.  Cherish time with those who make you happy.

Thanks for reading!

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~Nancy Tart

Oceans of Praise

One night of de-stressing by taking the kids to experience the beauty of the moonlit beach!

September 26, 2018

Oceans of Praise

It was a long, tired, stressful day.  It was the kind of day when as I’m driving home, the “Mandisa Fun” Pandora station (Christian Rock with catchy tunes and uplifting lyrics) was blaring out the speakers, windows down, and I’m trying to drum the day out of my head.

It was also nearing the full moon.  There were very few clouds, a refreshing warm-cool wind (I knew this would be “blustery” at the beach), and it was 86 degrees at almost 7:30pm.

I decided we’d go to the beach.

I got home to find Eddie and Louis watching football – only into the first quarter.  They do so little father-and-son stuff because Louis is always busy that I announced, “I’m headed to the beach,” knowing that would be cool for them to have father-and-son time.

“You’re taking the kids to go shark fishing?” Louis laughed.  “It’ll be dark by the time you get there.”

“No, we’re going to walk along the shore and play in the shallows,” I smiled, “don’t worry, they’ll all be back in one piece.  There’s a beautiful moon out and it looks amazing.”

Lucas almost stayed to watch football, but then realized all of the girls, including Anastasia, were going with Mommy, and this meant Mommy would be gone a long time.

We showed up to see this:

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And this:

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And that:

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God had an amazing light show for us!  It was so bright they could see to build a tribal village with walls, huts, and fields.

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Rebeccah took most of the pictures and her selfie:

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She tried to get pictures of us, but really we look like black blobs amid the darkness.

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This one was a little better:

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We raced up and down the shoreline.  The water and wind was warm, so Anastasia lay down in the surf to get covered in water.  Jillian, Jaquline, Kimberly, and Lucas followed her.  Each was completely soaked in the first fifteen minutes.  I think it took Rebeccah a half-hour before she let her hair get wet.  Our long walk ended up being over two and a half miles!  (1.3 miles one way, 1.3 miles back.)  We sang praise songs because the majesty of the night looked like it was praising God.

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We had to leave when Becca texted saying she was almost done with work.  Anastasia was giddy at the prospect of “beating Mommy home” so we trouped back to the van, cleaned up at Aunt Becca’s, and spent a few minutes after Becca got home chatting before my crew made our way home.  (Sister time for us Mommies!)

Thank you, Jesus, for a wonderful, exhilarating night.

And yes, my devious plan worked… all of them got back on their good sleep schedule.

Thanks for reading!

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~Nancy Tart

 

 

Field Trip

What to do when your big sister’s college class has an amazing field trip? Double it as a homeschool nature exploration day!

September 12, 2018

Field Trip

Rebeccah’s first official school field trip happened recently.  She got to go to the Guana River Dam with her Marine Biology class.  She often jokes that she was inspired by Finding Nemo to be an orthodontic surgeon with a hobby in Marine Biology.  For her Biology Major degree, she will need many sciences with labs, so this semester it was Marine Biology plus Lab.  She loves animals and has a special love for aquatic creatures so Marine Biology is a double love.

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We drove her up to the state park and since we were there, just walked around and explored the estuary.  (The younger children got a field trip at the same time!) Kimberly took pictures because I had to keep both eyes and one hand on Lucas at all times.

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We saw armies of crabs.

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We found a tiny oyster.

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We took a walk around the preserve.  One of the brush-covered walkways hid dozens of golden orb spiders.  Jaquline quoted, “if you look up, they’ll drop on you.”  To which Jillian instantly laughed, “I’m looking down, Pooh!”

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A lovely bird allowed Kimberly to get pretty close.

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The view was gorgeous and we watched many fish!

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Another lovely view.

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Although we tried to stay out of the “way” of the class, we got cornered watching the armies of crabs.  Kimberly snapped this picture to “prove” Rebeccah was at the estuary too.  She hadn’t taken her shoes off yet, but when she loaded up in the van after the trip, she was covered mid-torso with water!

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The Marine Biology class left some tiny minnows floundering and the girls made it their mission to find all of them and flick them back into the water so they could live.  Most darted away.  This one kept darting back to the edge as if saying “thank you!”

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Jaquline showing off some shells.

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Kimberly’s selfie.

Kimberly also got some video of our excursion. (Above, a crab & conch; below, the crab army)

It was a lovely day for a field trip.  Thank you, Jesus, for the opportunity to be able to enjoy such natural wonders with my children!

Thanks for reading!

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~Nancy Tart

 

 

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