The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Ben goes to cooking camp. Ben becomes BFF with camp dog. All the kids get the chance to send pictures from camp. Other kids send pictures of the food they made or things they’ve done at camp. Ben sends pictures of the dog. Oddly, this doesn’t surprise us at all.
Ben wanted to make pancakes this morning. He asked me to make the batter, but he pretty much made himself a full stack of pancakes on his own. They looked nice too!
Schilliger have their annual-ish butterfly greenhouse.
We were looking for Tolstoy last night and found him in Ben’s bed. He tends to go there when Ben’s away. There is a child size hole in all the crap in his bed. That’s all the space he has to sleep in. And not shown in this picture are polar bear and beaver (who are with him at scout camp), the two giant ikea sharks, snowman blanket from Scottsdales and the stuffed wolf we always think is a real dog from Smythes.
When the child is away, the parents will play! Going to see Jurassic World. There’s a bit of a crowd for the Sunday matinée…
And he’s off for another scout summer camp. This time, he seemed pretty excited to go. He’s been up since 5:30… He is so Katy’s son though. Nervous stomach, manic displacement, “there, I’ve interacted with a human being!” [actual quote, that last one]
#tribudugrandlac #scoutcamp #freedom #tooquiet #iloveyoubyebye #iloveyougoaway #willmisshim
Ben’s cooking class had an apero, and they all prepared the food that was served. Quite impressive, and tasty! We’re all super happy to have found him a cooking activity. It was actually harder than expected.
It’s a hard life
The annual family picnic held a lot of promise, with bouncy castles, drones flights, rc cars, roller coaster simulator, among others. Sadly, the crappy weather we’ve been having had other plans. The site turned into a giant boggy mess.
We still managed to eat out own body weight in chips, cheese, fruit skewers, and grilled chicken, duck, beef, turkey, pork, lamb, sausages and salads. Then there were crêpes, tartlets, meringues and waffle biscuits for desserts.
Ben wanted to go on the bumber cars. Note, bumber cars, not dodgems. Switzerland is not ruled by a bunch of elf’n’safety pansies. At first, he was all “nooooooooooooooooooooooooo”. After a couple of minutes, he turned into a blood-thirsty maniac who was yelling “HIT HIIIIM! HE LIKES IT!!”