PYC

 If you tell James he can only do ONE thing all summer, he will choose PYC. Our church has gone to PYC for the past few years (I think James missed going to the first one, but he has been three times and now Will has been once). Camp is held at a church camp about an hour away from our house, but it's out in the middle of the woods and they stay in cabins and basically just unplug for a week of Olympics-themed games, country competition, cafeteria-style food, and worship. They come home dirty, stinky, and exhausted. I don't know how they don't sweat to death since it's outdoors practically the whole week, but somehow they grin and bear it each year and LOVE IT. Our youth director changed churches at the end of this summer so James is already sweating whether we will go back next year, but our church usually goes with about three other churches and if we don't go, we will probably send him with one of them. It's just a FUN week of old-school church camp!

I'm posting some of the pictures that I snatched from our church's Instagram and some that were sent from me. You'll notice a trend with Will - if there's a baby, there he will be! Some of these were blurry online so they're blurry here...Sorry!

(Someone was in hog heaven "going" to the square dance with a pretty senior girl! LOL! Life. Made.)

And that's it! Lots of fun, lots of games, lots of late nights...they come home gross and exhausted and counting the days until next year! It must be a LOT of fun!