Weston ...Poor Number 3 as you might have imagined.....somehow he seems to get the short end of the stick...more frequently than not!
But, anyway...last weekend was the long awaited, much anticipated Y-Guides Father/Son Campout.....An honor that one can only enjoy after reaching the ripe old age of 5! Weston has watched and waved at the back door both Hunter and Chandler depart for this coveted weekend of male bonding with their Dad and their friends.
We began talking, planning and packing for this weekend days and days in advance! Weston was pumped, to say the least....that is until Thursday afternoon when I got the dreaded phone call from the school nurse. Weston was on the other end of the phone requesting to come home with a bit of a tummy ache. The day played out and not so much in favor of Weston....it was confirmed...he had the stomach yucks!!! Of course, he about died when he connected two and two and that "TOMORROW IS THE CAMP OUT"????? What will happen, will he go? Will the rest of his friends go? Will they call it off? Needless to say he was bummed with a capital B! We would wait...hoping to implement the 24hr no vomit and fever rule...and as it stood..we would be hitting it down to the wire. So, Friday came and noon rolled around and he was in the clear for the 24hr rule...however, two hours shy of needing to be packed up and on the road...Weston was still rather rag dollish on our playroom floor...not lookin much up for camping. Bo and I and Weston decided that perhaps a 3pm departure would be a little premature and that we would wait until early evening. I got him up and showered...and put a little food in his belly and over the next little while Weston kind of came back to life. He was begging for Chik fil A and we figured that it would be the ultimate tummy test. I fed it to him and he passed the test... Sooooo...off they went. They went down that night...had a beautiful day on Saturday and loads of fun....and all things came crashing down shortly after he inhaled a hot dog! Which I might say were my farewell words to both of the...."whatever you do...don't eat any hot dogs this weekend..." but, what can ya do? A campout and hot dogs just kind of go together....well, at least for everyone...but, Weston. So, about 8pm Bo loaded Weston and all their gear up in the car and headed home. He concluded the campout weekend with all their camping items crammed in the front seat of the car so that Weston could have a comfy bed in the back...(hoping sleep would suspend the throwing up)a speeding ticket and just as they pulled in the garage Weston yacked in the back of his car! Yep....Weston went out with a bang!!! But, as the poor child is throwing up in the garage with his war paint on his face ....he attempts to give me the highlights of his 24hour campout. Tummy yucks and all....this WAS the weekend...he had waited for all these years. And ya know...for that ....I am thankful! He deserved to have a wonderful time!
Love to all,
J
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