First up! At the end of September Reid had his very first ever time he first went on a Young Men's Camp for the very first time of his life.
It makes sense.
Wes has been really super duper anxious that I put these photos on the blog, because he is a man, and he likes to prove that he, as a man, has a child that is growing into a man.
Or something like that.
Lucky for me Wes is the YM's president in our ward at the moment, so he was at the camp with Reid. If this hadn't been the case I would have been locked up in a mental institution the whole time Reid was gone. I may or may not have issues with worrying until my head explodes.
It's true. It happened once. Maybe twice. It's hard to remember.
Since Wes was there and had his phone, he took some pictures for me. He's nice that way. Plus I told him to.
And from this time forth he shall be known as "REID: Maple Leaf
Mountain Man With Really Big Walking Stick." RMLMMWRBWS for short.
He is a pro at sitting on really big rocks. I think it may have even been a boulder.
I didn't take any of these pictures, so I'm guessing this is where/or around where they camped out.
Or Wes just stopped and took a picture of some random mountains. Since I don't know the name
of these particular mountains, I'm going to go ahead and christen them
"Fuzzy, Fluffy, Pillowy Soft, Looks Like They Are Made Out Of Sheep's Wool Mountains."
I have a knack for naming things.
Reid and the "Fuzzy, Fluffy, Pillowy Soft, Looks Like They Are Made Out Of Sheep's Wool Mountains." What a cute couple.
Let's stop a moment a play "Who Can Spot the Goanna" Game. It's great fun!
Back to the camping thing. One of the reasons I was slightly worried about this camp was the fact that
I knew they would be going caving. All sorts of things go through your mind as a mother, thinking of
your first born son crawling and climbing his way underground with millions of miles of earth ready
to come crashing down upon his head at any moment. Like... what if he stops to talk to a bat,
and the bat like, totally ignores him? That would just break my heart.
You know... that kind of stuff.
Plus, I really wouldn't like it if he was buried alive.
Time for more pictures.
He looks like he was a little worried he would be squished alive.
And here they are climbing up a rusty old ladder. Nothing to worry
about at all!
Reid and his good mate Jared. Sideways angle of course. They're cool like that.
In the caves they were adventuring through, there was apparently a lot
of this sparkly gold stuff everywhere. Fortunately they were all smart
enough not to collect any of it, or else they would have been super
rich when they emerged, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?
What I didn't know about this camp is that they had also planned in some
abseiling. I'm glad I didn't know, otherwise I'm sure my ulcer would have
had ulcers by the end of the week. So, fortunate me, sat in ignorant bliss while
my son did this...
Getting his instructions: "Okay Mountain Man Reid!... the trick is
to hold on to the rope, don't let go, don't fall, don't hit your head, don't
stop and talk to every lizard on the way down, and be sure and tell your
dad to get some random guy's arm in this photo."
Reid: "Yeah, sure thing instructor guy. Could you please repeat
that part about not falling? I really want to get that one right, otherwise
I think my mom will be really mad at me you.
You will be happy to know he was very obedient and didn't let go
and/or fall. SUCCESS!
And lucky you, you can watch the whole thing in REAL LIVE ACTION!
But first... A warning!!!
During this video you will hear a couple of voices. One American. One Australian.
Then out of nowhere you will hear some Canadian blasting out. Be prepared! It will
happen when you least expect it, and if you're not careful you may wet yourself.
I'll continue on with the ketchup later this week.
Bye for now!