Our three oldest Prepchuks spent a few days away at Stake Young Men's Camp so they could learn how to be Young. And Men.
It went well.
Although Wes was disappointed he didn't figure out the Young thing. He's got the Man thing down, though… Have you seen his beard??
At YM's camp you get to do things like crawl through dirty disgusting tunnels.
And… run really fast...
...over rickety bridges.
Check out the determination on my man's face!!
It's almost scary. The nostril flare… it means business.
If you're happy and you know it… give a thumbs up.
(Ah, well… one out of six ain't too shabby)
If you're happy and covered with nasty dirty water… give us some peace!
(Thanks Reidster )
The King of the Castle looking down on his dirty rascals.
To the untrained observer this just looks like a whole heap of fun.
To my mother's eyes it's a sharp, rocky, death-filled landing zone.
And the student becomes the master…
Too bad, so sad, Wesley.
Aww… Wes is so old and disorientated, he can't remember how to give a peace sign.
Show him how it's done, REID!!
Reid prefers to keep his anonymity while he flies on the fox.
Don't they look so triumphant? No time for losers… THEY ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!
Of the world.
When they weren't taking on the elements, they were sitting around eating Poppycock
and trying not to look guilty about it.
When the troopers got home, Jarom crashed and burned.
In other news, Jarom is very posey while he's sleeping.
After we let him have a couple hours sleep, I decided I'd better be a good mother and wake
him up otherwise he'd never sleep that night for crying out loud!! So I shook him gently
like a mother does and told him he needed to wake up...
His angelic response.