2007
when i say radical you say red
maura @ 10:31 pm
Here at mauraweb! we’re deep into Gus’s very first foray into summer camp. Transitions are not always the easiest around here so we were bracing for a rough start in early July. But it was surprisingly simple! We stacked the deck a bit — there were lots of other kids there he already knew. And he loooooved the teenage counselors — they totally cracked him up. It’s just a straight up summer camp experience: silly songs, arts + crafts, sports, and running around the park.
At the end of each week they all got “achievement certificates” (har):
Week 1: Most friendly camper and helpful
(Typical not-at-home behavior.)
Week 2: Best “story-teller” award
(I’ll say!)
Week 3: Most excited sports player
(Surprising! Though he was REALLY into karate [read: running around hitting pads held by counselors] when I went to Family Day.)
Week 4: Best behaved line walker
(Again, never happens when I am with him, so I’m glad it happens somewhere!)
And some stats:
# of days of camp thus far: 20
# of days Gus has missed: 0
# of kids at camp from his old preschool: 8
# of kids from his new elementary school: 2
# of camp t-shirts we got on the first day: 5
# we have now: 4
# of days it took for the bottle of sunscreen to explode in his backpack: 3
# of days it took him to lose the stick sunscreen we got to replace the exploded bottle: 17
# of days he had cookies + juice for snack (which his mean mommy would never feed him on a daily basis!): 20
# of days he was so exhausted he was asleep before 8pm: 20
Yay for camp!
2 comments on “when i say radical you say red”
Grownup camp! Everyone needs it. When we were at my dad’s we were floating the idea of grandparents camp, in which we would drop Gus off there and keep on driving til we got to Canada or something. Maybe next year that will work.
Can you do a grownup *day* camp? Leave the kids from 9-3, while you and Ben engage in the following campy activities: brunch, museum, matinee, coffee? We are always promising ourselves we will go out to lunch or something one day while Gus is at camp/school, but we still haven’t gotten around to it.
I want to go to camp. But overnight. Just me, no other campers. (Maybe Ben.) And no “great outdoors’ shtick.
Argh, this multigenerational experiment is making me crazy!