Camp Update

Jacob made it back from Boy Scout Camp yesterday.  He was seriously tired,  kinda filthy from not showering for 10 days (apparently, the pool and lake are good enough) and he'd lost some weight (10 pounds to be exact) but he looked great and seemed to stand a little taller.  Not like he got taller but like he was more confident.  He seemed as relieved to be home as we were to have him home.  Jacob and Mike shared story after story about camp...most revolved around the fact that the other troops were annoyed with how spirit filled our troop was.

A good deal of the kids in our troop woke up Sunday morning with orange paint all over their faces.  Some of the kids in the Mic-O-Say tribe (the honor society for our district) thought it would be fun to paint the faces of some of the younger scouts while they were sleeping.  Jacob wasn't amused.  Sounds pretty funny to me. 

Overall, Jacob had a great time and walked out of camp as a Tenderfoot.  Yeah, I didn't know what that was either.  It's the second rank in Boy Scouts.  The ranks go:  New Scout, Scout, Tenderfoot, Second Class, First Class, Star, Life, Eagle.  Mike only made it to Second Class so once Jacob hits that milestone, he will have tied him.  If (Jacob says, "when," since he says he's going to get his Eagle) he hits First Class, he'll have gone farther.  Nice.  I hope he does get his Eagle.   

I got the pleasure of washing everything.  We encountered 4 spiders and countless ticks as we washed everything...in blazing hot water.  My poor washer was very tired by the end of the day. 

Speaking of ticks, I was joking around with Mike about a tick check last night as he was heading up to bed.  He said he was fine and I headed outside to watch the incoming thunderstorm with Jacob.  A second later, Mike opens the door and says he does have a tick.  Can I help pull it off?  Sure.  I head inside and grab some alcohol.  After further inspection, we discovered three more ticks that had latched on.  One on his back, one on his stomach, one on his hip and one on his leg.  The one on his leg had been there for a while and actually backed itself out when we put alcohol on it.  The others were more stubborn and had to be pulled out.  Gross.  I hate ticks. 

Next up to camp is Daniel.  I'm breaking out the DEET.