Red Rocks is officially 12 now. My baby is 12.
Red Rocks on right, in his birthday shirt, with his two best buddies
We went to the local water park the night of his birthday and spent three hours wandering while little boys played in the water. And rode the Atomic Wedgie. Alright ... it's called the Silver Bullet. But Red Rocks wouldn't ride (extremely tall water slide) and one of the dads gave him the ultimatum, "You're getting a wedgie tonight one way or the other - your choice." He was the last one on the ride that evening. And loved it.
And now my baby is going away to camp for the first time. Am I all weepy and nervous? C'mon - y'all know me better than that. I'm helping him pack his stuff and waving bon voyage. He's headed to Boy Scout Camp on Sunday, working on his horsemanship, electricity and astronomy merit badges. Shoot, I'm jealous.
So you'll excuse me if today's post is brief? I must be off to shop for closed toe shower shoes and red cellophane.
Until I write again ...