Last Sunday we took Noah out to Camp Mennoscah for a week of fun. He LOVES camp, but the drive to camp is long and gives plenty of time to ponder all the upcoming unknowns. Thankfully, Noah doesn't seem to get as nervous as I did when I was a camper. I usually felt almost sick by the time we got there because I was nervous about all the new people I'd meet.
See, even as we waited to check-in, he was totally chill.
Each of the two years we've done this, it has felt weird walk toward the Boy cabins. Noah got to be at camp with around seven other kids from Goessel so there were plenty of familiar faces at camp when kids were being dropped off.
Second year in Wasp Nest - and not excited about his mother snapping photos...
there, that's better, kind of. :-)
On the way home, I realized I failed to pack extra hearing aid batteries for him. So that gave us incentive to write letters and drop them in the mail on Monday.
Sadly, when we picked him up on Thursday morning he reported that he hadn't received any letters and his hearing aids died on Monday. Nice. Clearly, he was feeling just fine about it though. :-)
He told us all sorts of great things about camp - midnight swims, river play, a hay rack ride across the river, camp fire, fun rec times, good food (he apparently ate LOTS of food), and they could lick their plates! Maybe we're boring parents, but we told him licking his plate was something that should only happen at camp. He also lucked out with having a cool, some-what wet week at camp. He's ready to go again next year!
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