This past weekend B had a 2 day Cub Scout Camp. I helped out on the first day. There were 200 boys there from all places near and far. My job was to help out with our Pack's Activity Station, which was the rain gutter regatta. The boys made ships and then raced them along rain gutters filled with water. They could not touch the ship, just blow through a straw. We quickly found out that it did not take 30 minutes to make a ship (most everything was precut, they just had to assemble) and they got bored racing for 30 minutes. So I put myself in charge of the games when they finished. I took them to the side and entertained them for 10-15 minutes with Shipwrecked and Elbow Tag. I am glad to say that I was still able to chase those kids down and tag them. The theme of the camp was something to do with pirates. They brought home all kinds of arts and crafts. Amazing how you can come up with so many different stations based on just one theme. One of the stations was face painting and B happily showed off his face.

Here is a random picture of my oldest and youngest sleeping. I could not resist this. (yes, dirty faces again....)

We are still enjoying the pool. We found 4 local families that have joined with us, so the boys have friends to play with. Between the 5 families, we have 14 boys and the lone girl is almost 1! Yesterday Jbird took off his life jacket and played around in the pool. Did not go in deep water but another step forward. Trusting himself enough to be in the water without a life jacket or float. (I am sure having his friends not using floats helped). JB on the other hand. He would kick and paddle around by himself in the water with the life jacket on. I thought I was going to get away with not having to get in with him. No such luck. He took his life jacket off for snack and did not put it back on after snack. He headed to the pool. He, very quickly, got to the bottom of the steps and went under. I happened to turn around just after it happened. He was still vertical but fully underwater. I jumped in for him. He came up and did not sputter, cough, cry, nothing. He just clung to me. Based on his reaction when I brought him up, he did not take in any water. It was a huge reminder of how quickly something can happen. There were 6 moms within 20 feet of the steps and probably 4 kids within 3 feet of him, yet no one saw him go under. I am always telling the older two that the worst thing you can do when you do under water is to freak out. You need to stay calm or you can take on more water. Appears JB stayed pretty calm. This week B is doing a Mission Baseball camp. It is offered through a church from 9-12. Learning about baseball and God - great combination. The advertisement said kids 8 years and older. However, when we got there, they were allowing kids 5 and up. I was so excited, just knowing J would love it. However, when I asked him if he wanted to participate, he said no. JB is doing well with therapy. He now says, anytime he sees a small white car, "peace off er". They are very.deliberate.syllables. Omitting the same sounds every time. B lost yet another tooth. He will turn 8 next week and still debating on what to do. He has his guest list made up, but just can't decide what activity would be best. Seems the older they get, the harder it is to find birthday type activities for them.