The Boys and Maggie (Grandma Judy’s puppy) dug Camas root this week, just like the Native Americans of long ago. Maggy did get a bit muddy but seemed happy following Shamu around and sniffing flowers. The boys had a blast and while Sweet Boy#1 dug tirelessly finding root after root, Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3 lay down in a muddy bog and thrashed around with happy abandon.
All 3 boys and I were up on Sweet Boy#2’s top bunk reading How to Seize a Dragon’s Jewel and Sweet Boy#1 put Maggy (Grandma Judy’s puppy) up on the top bunk with us. She crawled over us until she came up to where I was holding the book. She curled around in a circle and fell asleep between my chin and the book and all of us had a wonderful time snuggled up and reading together.
Um…Maggy may have had a bit of a scare when Sweet Boy #1 decided to hand her down off a bunk to his brother without my permission to do so. I think Maggy will enjoy getting back to the slow pace of life with Grandma Judy more than we thought. One can only enjoy so many adventures after all.
Sweet Boy#2–Makes a special mixture of tree pitch, leaves, and dirt…then he smashes it into Sweet Boy#3’s hair. It does not come out with repeated tugging or in his bath or ever. Scissor time!
The winner this week…
Some good friends of ours brought their 3-month-old baby for a visit to camp. She was being rocked and the boys snack of grapes degenerated into a flash grape war and while I was lecturing them sternly and making them clean up their mess Sweet Boy#1 decided to get in one more big throw with a grape. He threw it way up toward the camp ceiling fan. The grape didn’t come down, didn’t come down, didn’t come down, and finally rocketed down from above and smacked the baby in the head! She was not pleased and neither was I.