boys

Nathan went camping this weekend.  He's shooting guns at trash and talking trash with with other boys.  When he's surrounded by all that he replies to my texts with, "fo shiggidy" and awesome language like that.  Before he left he turned on his rock and roll and walked around the house slapping his chest to the beat, just like my brother always did.  It's times like these I can really picture what he must have been like when he was 12.
I really am happy for him.  I'm glad he's excited.  It is entertaining.  The girls and I have had a lazy weekend of watching Tangled, making and eating a few ganache sandwich cookies, and lots of crafting.  But I do believe I need a vacation.  It's almost here.