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.

I was in the bed reading a book the other night when my son’s poor, lonely lab came sniffing around to my side of the bed … big, sad puppy-dog eyes, wanting a little loving and petting.

I patted the bed and she jumped up and layed with me while I read, sneaking her head over every once in a while to get another love pet. 

Then it was time for me to get up, but the dog stayed put…curling up on hubby’s side of the bed – like she belonged there!

Rut row – I’m in BIG trouble.  hehe

One of my third cousins put this photograph up on Facebook today:

Obviously, this was taken well before I was born, but I do recognize my dad (in the center, standing with his arms crossed and looking down at the others)….and a few of my aunts & uncles.

I just love old photos like this.  It gives me a chance to see what life was like for my dad and my Grandma – who raised her brood of 11 kids and 1 granddaughter without a husband as my Grandpa died in a house fire when my dad was 7.  One of Grandma’s daughters had kids before Grandma was done having kids, so that’s why there are so many kids in this picture.  But, I’m pretty sure they’re all related to me!