Tuesday & Wednesday

Sorry I have not been updating as frequently this week--it has been very busy and exhausting. Anyhoo...let's get right to it! On Tuesday morning, Jeff told the head counselor that Alex wanted to play sports based on our conversation before camp. She seemed pretty excited about playing and when push came to shove she said she wanted to play. Then, in a split second, one girl in the group said she didn't want to play and Alex was out. I am beginning to see how the group-think no-swim went down! Laura wasn't having it and called Alex out. She said 'your dad said you wanted to play!' Now, that would not fly typically--Alex would get right back in her face, ordinarily, and say she wasn't playing. But instead, without a word, she got up and played! YEAH! Now that's what I'm talkin' about, Willis!

She said she had fun and I am glad she got into it.Then they played capture the flag and call me crazy, but that sounds kinda dirty to me. I know--I have problems. No idea what Capture the Flag is, but I am quite certain it's not dirty. Well, not that kind of dirty. Then they played some hockey type game but with a ball and (and a stick) and then they kick the ball into the goal (no clue). SocHockey? Hocksoccer? Who knows.

She was pretty excited to tell us that "I played sports!" and seemed really happy and proud about it. They also had Sandcastles (more sandpit) and then another activity in the sand pit later instead of Ross Field Games since it was so hot. Or was it rainy? Can't remember. She was coloring in the pit with markers. Kinda weird but we'll go with it.

She ate all of her [cold] meatballs (she asked for them--she explained, 'they still taste the same'. True dat, Alex. Her banana was 'squishy' so she didn't eat it (can't say I blame her there). She had me at cold meatballs. At pickup time she was hiding from Jeff and the Tower Lady said "Alexandra, you were looking for your father for 10 minutes and now you are hiding from him?" Busted!

She was sent home with a lice letter. The letter every parent wants to receive. Now I remember, there were no Ross Field Games because instead they had a lice check. Alex was 'clean'. PHEW. They said one kid in her group was positive for lice but they would not disclose who. Hmmmm. Seems to me whoever does not show up on Wednesday may be lice-boy. Or lice-girl. Could go either way. The day ended with Alex wanting to go to the store to buy lemon ices as another treat for climbing the Tower. She is going to milk this one for all it's worth.

On Wednesday they had Music this morning. Danielle, the young counselor, said that they banged on drums. Glad I wasn't there for that. A bunch of 4 and 5 year olds banging on drums? Um, no thanks. I've already had a migraine today.

Then they had Camper vs. Wild. When the counselor was asked to explain what that means the response was "survival training." I had to stop myself from laughing at the images running through my head. We pictured Rambo. No, not Bumbo (we still miss Bumbo), Rambo. Jeff asked what they did. They learned how to filter water. They ran water through a bottle with sand (she may have also mentioned rocks, i'm not sure) but didn't drink it. I wouldn't either. good thinking.

Her lunch bag came back empty except for the juice box, with the straw missing. I think maybe they could teach them what to do with a juice box without a straw in survival training. Might prove to be more useful....

Ceramics was on the schedule but we didn't hear anything about it. Or about 'dirty play-doh' as she calls it. She tripped on the way to Snack. She fell on both knees and cried. Both knees are bandaged.

Looks like rickets....

Pool was next but she wouldn't go in, something about not wanting to take the band-aids off. No one could get her to go in. Kinda how I thought sports would go on Tuesday. In the car she said that she didn't want to get wet. Laura, the counselor, gave her a bracelet as a reward for climbing the tower and doing well in the pool yesterday. See? Milkin' it. Suckers.

My precious....(Actually, this pic kinda reminds me of the first Charlie's Angels movie with the skinny creepy guy who took locks of the Angels' hair and rubbed it on his face...)

All three counselors mentioned the fall. So did a couple of her little friends. It was the talk of the town. I wonder if Bumbo went home and told his parents about it.

They gave out yet another lice notice about her group. Didn't leave me with warm and fuzzies. She's still fine but that doesn't stop me from psychosomatically scratching....