Sparks camp was awesome. The weather was great, there was minimal whining, and we managed to eat 6 meals in 24 hours.
We do mother/daughter camps - that way I don't have to worry about who has brushed their teeth or who left their sock in the middle of the room, and there are lots of adults around to clean vegetables and wipe down tables.
There's this song we've done twice this year. It's called "An Old Austrian", and it's about a man sitting on a mountain yodeling. Yesterday, we were sitting around during quiet time, and some of the girls started singing it.
This was impressive - I didn't think they knew the whole thing - and funny, because ... they think it's "An Old Ostrich". You know, about a giant flightless bird sitting on a mountain yodeling. As they do.
I really need to write out the words for them sometime.
We had three campfires during the weekend (because all 5 & 6 year olds should know how to start a fire in the snow), they built inukshuks out of pieces of the top level of snow/freezing rain that covered the entire campsite, and we went snowshoeing.
We had a space theme, and we made space goo, alien cupcakes, star marble magnets, and space ships. We looked at the stars and found Orion, Cassiopeia, and the Big Dipper.
It was an action-packed weekend. And now I have 2 days to get ready for Tuesday's meeting.
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