Our Zeb is away from us this summer. He’s a camp counselor for kids ages 7-17 way down in West Virginia. But this is not your ordinary camp. The other day when I was texting with him, he had to sign off because he was about to do a skateboard lesson. They also get to do things like this (Zeb is on the left):
When Zeb was young enough that he didn’t even understand the word “no” yet, he figured out how to escape from his crib. I spied on him to see how he did it and watched as he reached over the edge, grabbed the rungs palms-up, leaned forward and flipped out onto our hardwood floor. That was the last time he ever slept in a crib 🙂
It was shortly after, when he was about two-and-a-half, that I had to warn him not to do headstands in the bathtub. He didn’t hear me. His head was under water.
So yeah, Camp Sandy Cove is a really great camp for our Zebulon. He is now certified in rock-climbing, life guarding, first aid, etc. And I have a feeling there are some kids out there who will feel pretty lucky having him as a counselor.