B and W went camping this weekend with the cub scouts. They left Friday night with duffles, sleeping bags, fishing poles, first aid kit, bug spray, sunscreen, and anxiety. This happened to be the first time camping for both of them. They ended up having an awesome time. W loved making up his "bed" with the sleeping bag. They fished all Saturday morning - W caught a 5" something or other and was really proud. They spent the afternoon learning to shoot a bow and arrow and playing dodge ball. That night after dinner, they found sticks and roasted marshmallows. B loved how they ran things. W got to run around all weekend with friends (B said it's funny how alike most 7- and 8-year-old boys are) and learned a lot about responsibility from the leaders. He was expected to pick up after himself, follow strict rules, and help clean up areas as a group. He did a fantastic job with no complaints. He actually likes when things are expected of him, having responsibilities, and knowing what's coming next. That could be one of the reasons why he likes having schedules at home (he's become a pro at knowing what day of the week it is and what is planned that day). I was a bit nervous at this whole cub scout thing. He missed the whole year - only showing up for 2 meetings, a parade, and a camping trip. But he has made friends, loves the leaders, and enjoys everything about it so far. B and I think the leaders are all great, everything is super-organized and well-run, and the group is really active. And this Friday he gets his very first patch.
The boys got home Sunday morning in time to shower and get to J's dance recital on time. I spent the weekend going over 12 costumes, a million accessories, 6 pairs of shoes, and summoning my dad to zip over to the dance shop for stirrup tights and a pair of foot-undeez. A full rac-n-roll trunk and 2 garment bags later, we were ready. The recital went beautifully. J had a few back-to-back costume changes (one had to be done in the wings of the stage!) but she was a true pro at it. I, on the other hand, am the one backstage with her, peeling things off and throwing things on her, constantly worrying about how much time we have. She loves it and takes it all in stride, though. She led Kindergarteners through 2 of their numbers while standing in "the pit". She was listed in the program as "Assistant Teacher" and that made me teary-eyed. 3 1/2 hours later (she had been in 10 numbers - each with a different look, from undergarments to earrings and hair) it was over. I packed everything up, J washed up, we met up with the whole family who came to see her, and then headed over to the after-recital party for a great dinner and lots of drinks.
All the kids went outside on the block to hang out, make up games, and run around with each other. They only came in to eat, grab a drink, and check in with the parents. The adults schmoozed, reminisced about the great year we had, and what the summer and fall have in store for us. It was a great party and a great ending to a fabulous weekend.