The dad-person and our manly-man escaped the heat of our casa and exchanged it for the heat of scout camp last week.  I can tell you that their dogs were barking when they returned home!  All of the scout camp is uphill.  At least that’s the story I got, and they’re sticking to it.  Well gee, we DO live in the Hill Country of Texas – so, ummm, yeah, there are hills.  But, when hubby told me everything was uphill, it reminded me of my folks telling me they used to walk 10 miles to school in the frozen north winters, and all of it was uphill.  hehe

Son had a great time.  He got to play with older and younger scouts, got to go fishing and canoeing and although he nearly starved to death (oranges and tortillas were about the only thing he’d eat from the dining hall), he was a little bug-bitten, a bit sun-burned but he still had a smile on his face when he returned.  Plus, he missed me <awwwww> and gave me a big ole’ hug when he saw me.

Hubster was reminded of his age, I’m afraid.  He was already over 40 when the son-man was born – and the son-man is now 11.  hehe  The math on that one is pretty simple!

Now, I can settle back and get back into our ‘norm’ around here.  Everyone has been to camp (except me) and I pray that I am able to work more than I have been able to, while trying to shuffle and hustle the kids so they are taken care of and entertained.  Whew.