Big K, Little K, What Begins with K?

You guessed it: Katie in a Kayak. K, k, k.

If you ever thought I was unadventurous, think again. I let Craig talk me into taking the girls on a kayaking trip down the Verde river at the beginning of June. (Groupon! Darn you!) Kayaking for the first time in a tandem kayak, down a shallow, mucky river, with a child who wanted to know why we were going so slow and Daddy was going so fast was definitely my idea of a good time. By the time we were almost done, the girls were holding an oar between our two kayaks and Craig was doing all the work. Next time, I think I'll just go with him and the girls can fend for themselves.

Hard though it was, and despite the heinous sunburn that I got on my leg, and the fact that I kept getting stuck and kept having to be rescued by our very nice tour guides, I'm really glad we did it. Craig is great at getting me out of my comfort zone and then still loving me even while I'm grumbling about it. I really would do it again. (I really would go in Craig's kayak, too. You know, so that he wouldn't have to hear me grumble from a distance.)

"I smile because I have no idea what I'm getting into."

"'Let's take the girls kayaking', he said.

'It'll be way fun,' he said..."

"I need a break. I've been helping Mommy."

 "Wait, what? How do I steer this thing again?"

"No seriously, guys, am I supposed to be getting the hang of this?"

"Uh, yeah, we don't want to hurt your feelings,

 Mommy, but Daddy's kayak was way funner..."

 "Whew. We made it, Now let's go get cheeseburgers."