I think this is an accurate depiction of Cub Scout Day Camp.

NO. Just kidding. I really enjoyed it! I got to splash the boys with gross, cold water in the boats and they had a really great time battling another pack with their PVC/pool noodle swords they made. The neckerchiefs were fabulous and really saved us all many headaches. All we had to do was count the number of boys with the neckerchiefs on and we were good (well, unless we were short one in which case we weren’t good, but you know. small triumphs are important in Cub Scouts).

In all the hubbub I forgot to get a picture of them all (not that their parents would let me publish it on the internet), but I got a few from behind.

The BB Guns weren’t as scary as I thought they would be. The boys actually followed the rules! Again with the small victories.

This is a photo of the youth leader telling them about Troutzilla who will eat you if you fall in the pond, or if you don’t wear your life jacket (he is secretly scared of the color orange). The best part is that they bought it. Funny!

And I came home to a clean house! Yay honey!

I finished all 35 neckerchiefs (neckerchieves?) for our Cubs that are going to Day Camp next week. It is the only way I’m going to be able to keep track of them!

I lucked out and got the fabric for $1.50/yard. Yay me.

Joseph (2) has been obsessed with dinosaurs for a while. He has a LOT of toy dinos, books about dinosaurs, and stuffed animals that are not dinosaurs but that he calls dinosaurs. His favorite has always been triceratops and lately he has taken to being a triceratops. He grabs two little tufts of hair on his head and pulls them up like horns (keep in mind they are extremely short) and says, “I triceratops.”

So I decided to draft up a pattern for a triceratops head.

He liked it a first, but proceeded to tell me that the third horn was all wrong. He pulled on his nose and kept saying, “Nose, mommy, nose.” Duh. the third horn is on the nose, mom. Get with the times and the correct anatomy of an ancient extinct animal. He wears it anyway. And I’m selling them in my shop. I’ll even make an adult one for all you dino lovers

And does anyone remember that funny little chant we used to sing in. . .elementary (middle?) school? It goes a little something like this:

When you’re sittin in the pool and you feel something cool,
Diarrhea (pth, pth), Diarrhea (pth, pth)
When you’re sittin on the pot and you feel something hot
Diarrhea (pth, pth), Diarrhea (pth , pth)

I know. You’re scandalized. And very well you should be, but I secretly love it. Here are some more:

When you’re standing up to flush and you feel a juicy rush,
Diarrhea, (pth, pth), Diarrhea (pth, pth)
When you’re pounding on the door and you just can’t wait no more,
Diarrhea, (pth, pth), Diarrhea (pth, pth)

And (drumroll, please) my ALL TIME favorite:

People think it’s gross, but it’s really good on toast,
Diarrhea (pth, pth), Diarrhea (pth, pth).

That’s all folks. I won’t blame you for never coming back. But I’ll love you if you do:)