Hanging out with the boys at Cousin’s Camp leaves me in a perpetual state of gigliness. Say what? Giggliness isn’t a word. Darn it, spellcheck! Get your act together. Hmmm…let me try again.
Hanging out with the boys at Cousin’s Camp gives me a huge case of the smiles. I love the boys. Number one: I love the woods and the boys love the woods.
Some of the girls love the woods too but are very much still in the ‘well, I’m not going if she’s not going’ stage.
Number two: There is a lot of awkward pre teen and teen age mirth that travels with them. They’re just goofballs and I love that.
We took them to Clarkston Covered Bridge to Geocache one day during Cousin’s Camp and had a blast.
Crazy snake warnings and all:
Best thing about the day? The look on James’ face when we realized prisoners were working there.
At one point we had to choose between going on the scary snake trail or the prisoners working trail. How about that orange checked jumpsuit, huh? You can barely see it behind the other guy.
Hiking later during the week with the boys was fun too. We got a little lost – okay, we totally weren’t lost (mainly because I wasn’t the one leading the hike) but we had to hike up to a ridge to see where we were – and this one drew a map in the dirt that had us going home by way of New York City.
Since we were in rural Alabama at the time we did not follow that advice.
“Is that New York City I see?”
Here’s what the boys aren’t good at: letting me take their pictures. Every time I try to take a picture it’s this production of groans and whines.
“What’s a groan?”
Okay. So not every boy complains about it but some of them do.
Look! Everyone is smiling. Well, almost everyone. Dang it, Atticus! Get yourself together. He’s probably still mad we didn’t take his advice and go home via the Big Apple.
Also present with the boys?
Come one! Look at that little face! Boys are just the best.