Crazy Camp week has begun!.

The elder members of the PeachyQueen gang seem to be enjoying camp. DS1 is at cub scout camp and is having a blast. Normally, I can't get a word out of him about his day. This entire week, he couldn't wait to tell me about camp. He even wanted to cook dinner with a recipe he learned in camp. I'm still not sure about this recipe. You crack and egg into a Ziploc bag, add milk and cheese, and mush up. Then you are supposed to put the mixture in to a pan of boiling water. I figured we were making some sort of poached omlette. I'm pretty sure he left out a step or two. At some point, you are also supposed to put the egg mixture into an oven. Eventually, we had scrambled eggs.

[I have to interrupt this thought with a mental picture. DS1 just walked in wearing shark pajamas, Star Wars sunglasses, and two large pearl necklaces hanging down to his waist. Where's my camera . . . .]

DS1 also has had a great time with archery and shooting BB guns. He even received a special award today for shooting the target with more than 5 shots. I'm not sure how I feel about DS1 holding any sort of gun. I guess I have a mixture of pride, concern and absolute fear. He's all boy with all of the little boy destructive tendencies. I guess I will feel proud of his accomplishments and happy that we don't have a BB gun at home.

DS2 is reluctantly having fun at camp. He would much rather stay home with Mommy. Mommy, however, has a few things to do. In addition to the normal doctor appointments and errands, I need to get the family ready to go to Tennessee next week. I also think he may be a little bored at this camp. It sounds like the camp moves at a slower pace, and nothing DS2 does is slow. He is supposed to return to this camp later in the summer, but I may find a different camp that week.

Having the boys at different camps in different parts of town has taken a toll on my car. I'm driving over 100 miles every day. The only good aspect of spending my life in the car is that I have found the most wonderful audiobook: The Help by Kathryn Stockett. It received great reviews as both a well-told story and a well-read book. It's fabulous. I don't want to put my IPod down. The biggest problem is that the story is set in Jackson, Mississippi. After listening to the Southern accents all afternoon, I tend to talk like a character in the novel!

I need to go help prepare the boys for their last day of camp this week. Have a great night!