Well it has become official. Josh has a nickname with the football coaches.. the Mayor. I guess he was reminding the coaches of what they said to keep them on their feet along with some of the kids when they misbehaved. Can Josh do everything on the football field right? No, but but he has a nicer yet pleasant way of correcting people. Don't get me wrong, the coaches all love him. So he goes by the name Mayor.
Unfortunately, he had one hard sack and he has been hesitent to play but that is changing. He was in the game last week on defense playing safety. He did good, luckily none of the players came near him, for him to tackle. Not because he can't tackle, he is still a bit apprehensive, but it will come. He is on the playing field.
Brandon had something new yesterday, he got a fever. You have to understand he rarely to never gets a fever. His body is built to defend and fight everything... yet he was able to relax and get a fever. I was delighted to see him so relax and enjoying being relaxed. Sadly it took a 100 degree fever to settle him down but he did. He wasn't miserable he was kind of excited he was "sick"
When my boys are sick and running a fever, I go and get a pillow and sheet and let them lie on the couch to watch tv. Josh was already running a slight fever so I had him on a sheet and pillow in the living room.
The funny part was when I found out Brandon had a fever I went and got him a sheet and pillow to relax on the couch. Josh had come out of the bathroom and was wondering what I was doing with his sheet and pillow. But he just looked at me like where are you going? and I was like Brandon has a fever of 100 so I am setting up a bed for him in the Family room.... Josh looked confused... he thought that since his brother had a Higher fever that I was giving Brandon his sheet and pillow from the living room and his was out of luck..
I looked down and realized the pillow and sheet were the same as Josh so I told him, don't worry this is another set, I am not moving yours from the living room to give to Brandon because his fever is highter. Josh was relieved.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Football Season
It has officially started. Football season. Josh was so nervous he didn't know what to do. He was worried, nervous, and excited all at once. First practice was Monday and he had a lot of fun. So much fun that when he went to bed that night he said he had so much fun that he was ready "right now" to go back to practice. After being so nervous he really settled down.
When Josh is nervous he really yammers(word I use, talks way to much about nothing- rambling). He was doing that in practice on the first day but seem to settle down. At yesterday's practice I heard one of the coach says "hey, when you hear the coach talk you need to listen.. Sattler you are always talking". That is my boy. We had a small chat about that. Hopefully he won't get in too much trouble, he is my socializer. Hopefully he will learn Not to yap in football practice.
Now the cheerleaders are practicing close by, so he has another distraction. I tried to talk to Brandon about being a Cheer... he seems interested.
Brandon meds work and don't work. He still is confrontational but I am going to go a another week to see if this settles down. My fear is that he will get this tone at school with other kids or a teacher and it is not pretty. He thinks his brother is yelling at him and he is not, it could be a sibling thing. So hopefully he needs to adjust to the meds.
When Josh is nervous he really yammers(word I use, talks way to much about nothing- rambling). He was doing that in practice on the first day but seem to settle down. At yesterday's practice I heard one of the coach says "hey, when you hear the coach talk you need to listen.. Sattler you are always talking". That is my boy. We had a small chat about that. Hopefully he won't get in too much trouble, he is my socializer. Hopefully he will learn Not to yap in football practice.
Now the cheerleaders are practicing close by, so he has another distraction. I tried to talk to Brandon about being a Cheer... he seems interested.
Brandon meds work and don't work. He still is confrontational but I am going to go a another week to see if this settles down. My fear is that he will get this tone at school with other kids or a teacher and it is not pretty. He thinks his brother is yelling at him and he is not, it could be a sibling thing. So hopefully he needs to adjust to the meds.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Summer Fun?
We went to Magic Waters yesterday. Josh was able to do more of the water rides but really enjoyed the body slides. Those are not my favorites. We also enjoyed a roller coaster ride that splashes you as you go over the hills and dive into water. You go over 4-5 hills and have a blast. You are flying out of your seat when you go over the hills and I swear you feel like you will end up sideways. Well not necessary sideways but for someone, he ended up backwards.
Yep, Brandon somehow and someway on the 4th hill came over and started going backwards... the whole tube turned around. Luckily it didn't flip. The Magic Waters personnel told me that it has never happen before. The water ride shut down instantly and he was locked at the bottom of the hill. I think that scared him more than being shoved backwards.
I was waiting on the side and saw Josh with another Dad from our group go up the hill and it had stopped. Then I looked around and wondered where Brandon was. Some girls were walking down and I thought maybe they got scared. Then I notice the lifeguard go over to another location and I watched and then I notice Brandon. He came out of the splashed baster and I waved and he came up running and crying. The lifeguard didn't say boo to me so I asked him what had happened and he said he was going backwards. So then I walked over to find out what had happened and found out that because Brandon had gone backwards it had shut the ride down. Then the Lead person came over and talked with Brandon who looked like he had no clue at what had happen. She sent us to the Medical tent to be checked out. It was a bit scarey for a moment, but I knew Brandon was ok so I didn't panic or worry. I am just curious as to what could have happen. I mean the wind had to be just so and Brandon had to be in the air and water hitting at such a time... unbelievable.
The only thing that makes me a bit upset was the lack of concern the first lifeguard had for Brandon and sent him on his way. She just open the gate and waved him away. I held Brandon and walked over to find out what had happen with him. As I was walking up I heard her saying that kid went backwards... like he did it on purpose. I mean he could have but I don't think he did or would know how. Luckily I went back to talk with the lifeguards and when the lead person came over the lifeguard pointed out Brandon. Had I not come back the lead lifeguard would have not been able to talk to Brandon and me and have us sent to the medical tent.
When we got to the medical area they asked Brandon if he was hurt and he pointed to his skinned knee. However, the knee was from earlier like 2 hours ealier from the water bucket... but they fixed that boo boo.
Yep, Brandon somehow and someway on the 4th hill came over and started going backwards... the whole tube turned around. Luckily it didn't flip. The Magic Waters personnel told me that it has never happen before. The water ride shut down instantly and he was locked at the bottom of the hill. I think that scared him more than being shoved backwards.
I was waiting on the side and saw Josh with another Dad from our group go up the hill and it had stopped. Then I looked around and wondered where Brandon was. Some girls were walking down and I thought maybe they got scared. Then I notice the lifeguard go over to another location and I watched and then I notice Brandon. He came out of the splashed baster and I waved and he came up running and crying. The lifeguard didn't say boo to me so I asked him what had happened and he said he was going backwards. So then I walked over to find out what had happened and found out that because Brandon had gone backwards it had shut the ride down. Then the Lead person came over and talked with Brandon who looked like he had no clue at what had happen. She sent us to the Medical tent to be checked out. It was a bit scarey for a moment, but I knew Brandon was ok so I didn't panic or worry. I am just curious as to what could have happen. I mean the wind had to be just so and Brandon had to be in the air and water hitting at such a time... unbelievable.
The only thing that makes me a bit upset was the lack of concern the first lifeguard had for Brandon and sent him on his way. She just open the gate and waved him away. I held Brandon and walked over to find out what had happen with him. As I was walking up I heard her saying that kid went backwards... like he did it on purpose. I mean he could have but I don't think he did or would know how. Luckily I went back to talk with the lifeguards and when the lead person came over the lifeguard pointed out Brandon. Had I not come back the lead lifeguard would have not been able to talk to Brandon and me and have us sent to the medical tent.
When we got to the medical area they asked Brandon if he was hurt and he pointed to his skinned knee. However, the knee was from earlier like 2 hours ealier from the water bucket... but they fixed that boo boo.
Monday, July 19, 2010
summer
It has been a great summer. We have been very busy and on the go go go. I just started Brandon on his new meds but I think I picked the worst time to start. First we go to Six Flags and overwhelm him then his brother has a birthday and then we go to a Giant picnic where there is a petting zoo and bouncy stuff. Lots of dysregulated kids...he has been having a hard time at it. I swear not a good time to analize any thing.
This is the big final week. Next week we start football with Josh. He has been looking forward to this since April. I hope he is not bored or frustrated and hate in by August. This could happen... watching people play and actually playing are two different things. I hope he realizes that.
So I am still hoping to do a few more fun things like go to a beach, go to a museum, hang out with friends and relax before we go back into school. School is less than a month away. I know we start in a month and I feel like we just started our summer.
This is the big final week. Next week we start football with Josh. He has been looking forward to this since April. I hope he is not bored or frustrated and hate in by August. This could happen... watching people play and actually playing are two different things. I hope he realizes that.
So I am still hoping to do a few more fun things like go to a beach, go to a museum, hang out with friends and relax before we go back into school. School is less than a month away. I know we start in a month and I feel like we just started our summer.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
CRT Visit
Well it is official. We finally went to the Children's Research Triangle (CRT). The CRT is known for diagnosing and analyzing children with no medical history. They know what to look for such as trauma, bi polar, FAS, Autism etc. Usually International children get diagnosed incorrectly because kids without history and being internationally adopted fall into ADHD or mental illness that aren’t really there. You try to work on issued that aren’t there because they are masked by things the child does and you get nowhere and it is very frustrating. Attachment and RAD are things that gets missed along with so much. Basically they are told the child is ADHD without added help.
I took Brandon, and we did get the results I assumed it would be and I am fine/happy with it. He is VERY ADHD (big on the H) along with FAS. What does this mean? It means it will take many re directs to learn, many reminders, constant repetition to learn. Can he learn? Yes, he can. What does this really mean? He is socially and emotionally behind by 2-3 years. When he regresses further, it is just the “child” side of him nothing more. CRT did not see any hidden trauma, and felt he was very attached (YES) and that he is hyper and the FAS (fetal alcohol syndrome) will/does affect how he learns.
The FAS explains why there are days my son cannot handle any large noises and will freak out at a toilet flushing and then a day where he is in the bathroom constantly flushing the toilet for extra/added stimuli. The brain is damaged and sends signals to his brain that he needs more (hence the flushing) but yet he can learn other ways to get the stimuli he is seeking. Another service we need to seek is OTSI, sensory integration so that he isn't doing one thing one day and then having affect him another day differently.
Another example of how his brain works is that many people can learn that 12-6 = 6… and that 12 =a dozen. So if you had a story like “you have a dozen eggs and you use 6, how many are left?" you would say 6, it just comes to you there is not much thinking in this. However, children like Brandon cannot conceptualized this,…. They can learn 12-6, and 12=dozen but the reality of it and using it doesn’t make sense in his brain. He will be taught each part differently and there will never be a connection. But he can learn it, re learn it and know each group and they will not be connected, but possibly over time (years) it might, but just that piece. He is very bright and of normal intelligents but you get amazed and how some simple concepts he can't get.
I know I have mention that Brandon is FAS, but I never had a true diagnose. The genectics testing done proved it but they wanted to do more genectic testing which I feel would be a waste of time. I got the diagnose so Brandon cannot lose his resource at school. Hopefully they will learn that Brandon does learn differently and that he will keep and add services as needed. My biggest fear is they take it away because he DOES appear to be typical with some quirks. Most of this diagnose is for when he is older..
But for now, it helps Don and I learn how to help Brandon and not make his world more frustrated. It also helps to know that what we see and feel is true about our child and that we can get plugging along the way we are and over time see results. We are not just paddling along and getting no where... there is lots of hope.
I took Brandon, and we did get the results I assumed it would be and I am fine/happy with it. He is VERY ADHD (big on the H) along with FAS. What does this mean? It means it will take many re directs to learn, many reminders, constant repetition to learn. Can he learn? Yes, he can. What does this really mean? He is socially and emotionally behind by 2-3 years. When he regresses further, it is just the “child” side of him nothing more. CRT did not see any hidden trauma, and felt he was very attached (YES) and that he is hyper and the FAS (fetal alcohol syndrome) will/does affect how he learns.
The FAS explains why there are days my son cannot handle any large noises and will freak out at a toilet flushing and then a day where he is in the bathroom constantly flushing the toilet for extra/added stimuli. The brain is damaged and sends signals to his brain that he needs more (hence the flushing) but yet he can learn other ways to get the stimuli he is seeking. Another service we need to seek is OTSI, sensory integration so that he isn't doing one thing one day and then having affect him another day differently.
Another example of how his brain works is that many people can learn that 12-6 = 6… and that 12 =a dozen. So if you had a story like “you have a dozen eggs and you use 6, how many are left?" you would say 6, it just comes to you there is not much thinking in this. However, children like Brandon cannot conceptualized this,…. They can learn 12-6, and 12=dozen but the reality of it and using it doesn’t make sense in his brain. He will be taught each part differently and there will never be a connection. But he can learn it, re learn it and know each group and they will not be connected, but possibly over time (years) it might, but just that piece. He is very bright and of normal intelligents but you get amazed and how some simple concepts he can't get.
I know I have mention that Brandon is FAS, but I never had a true diagnose. The genectics testing done proved it but they wanted to do more genectic testing which I feel would be a waste of time. I got the diagnose so Brandon cannot lose his resource at school. Hopefully they will learn that Brandon does learn differently and that he will keep and add services as needed. My biggest fear is they take it away because he DOES appear to be typical with some quirks. Most of this diagnose is for when he is older..
But for now, it helps Don and I learn how to help Brandon and not make his world more frustrated. It also helps to know that what we see and feel is true about our child and that we can get plugging along the way we are and over time see results. We are not just paddling along and getting no where... there is lots of hope.
Monday, July 5, 2010
4th of July
I had my reunion this past weekend. It was great seeing everyone that went and really talking with some friends that go back to elementary school. One gal and I had third grade together and I had to realize my little guy is going into third... wow.. I think we re connected after many years not really knowing each other. You know you go different ways when you no longer have the same classes. Some I knew as an acquantice (?) I wished I had gotten to know in high school. Needless to say, it was fun and I am glad I went.
My boys did great. They let mommy have fun with her old friends. I was very impressed. They stayed with Grandma and then with my sister. They got as much sleep as me :) so we need to have more rest today.
My boys did great. They let mommy have fun with her old friends. I was very impressed. They stayed with Grandma and then with my sister. They got as much sleep as me :) so we need to have more rest today.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
A message
This is another blog from a family in Ukraine. Had to Share....
Impacting Each Others Lives
I must start out by saying, “Many blessings to all of you who have taken the time to comment. It has been such an encouragement to keep posting even when Internet is excruciatingly slow. Though I don’t have time to respond to all of the comments like I would like to, I am keeping them in the back of my mind and plan to answer all of them when we are back home. Thank you for all the birthday blessings for John—I read him many of the comments and he felt the love.”
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We knew this day was coming. Today was the last day we got to spend with the kids since they are heading off to camp tomorrow. The camp is much further away and we are already paying $40 a day for the drive to the orphanage so it would be even more to drive out to the camp everyday. Still, we plan on splurging in a couple days and driving up to the camp for hopefully, the whole day because all the kids are so worth it.
We began with our routine of seeing Nastya and Pasha first thing and they were very excited with the glow sticks we brought them. Such a commonplace thing in America-- but here--- to these children--- they might as well have been bars of gold. I know we haven’t had court yet, but still I already call them—my children--- well my children shared their glow sticks with their friends. It warmed my heart. I think they truly understand what it means to the other children to get a little enjoyment out of our visit to the Internat as well, even though we are not adopting them.
We did a couple of other things which I will share in an "extra" evening post because I want to get to the heart of this one.
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We all went outside and spent time with the children. Today many of the girls stayed close by me because I brought nail polish and toiletries. The older girls blessed me in ways I will never forget. Being so close to them today changed my ideas about older teenage girls in Internats-- and they will forever have a special place in my heart. It was a privilege to paint each of their nails yet they acted like it was a privilege having their nails painted by me. Phooey—little do they know how much joy they brought me. My heart was brimming with a mixture of joy and sadness as I held each of their hands in mine and painted each of their tattered, scraggly, dirty, worn, bitten to the quick nails. A few of them even had infected cuticles dabbed with green medicine. I felt bad for even noticing--- a part of me knows they are beautiful children of God and another part of me wanted to wash their hands and give them some Mama love---- oh how they each could use some Mama love. It was quite windy as we painted nails so of course the polish became lumpy and their nails looked like a mess, yet to them—they felt beautiful as I kept telling them, “Ochen Craseeva.”
This post is so hard for me to write but I feel that these children’s stories need to be told—so that it may change the hearts of others. These children do not belong here in this Internat- they belong in families like yours and mine. Anyway, most of them wearing the clothes I first met them in four days ago, I felt unworthy to be wearing fresh clean clothes with freshly washed hair and clean feet. Why should I have all of these luxuries when they have none? What did I do to deserve so much? What did they do to deserve so little?
I watched as an older girl who at first was very standoffish with me, tried to impress me by doing another girls hair. Impress me, she did, as she French braided the girls hair round and round around her head like a Jewish round hat that lays flat on boys’ heads. It was really beautiful and she beamed with pride that she could show me something I had never seen before. At one point she bent over and I could not help looking at her bra. The wires were both sticking way out of each side poking her and yet for this moment—she was happy…. content. Little did this girl know the example she was to me-- not the other way around.
Luda, the girl that at first would have nothing to do with having her picture taken--- showed me even more of her true personality today-- and what a joy that was.! She not only was extremely helpful in painting all of the younger girls’ nails but she then asked me to follow her and two of her best friends somewhere. I had no idea where I was going but I felt honored that they would invite me to go with them. As we walked through a beautiful field with fruit trees they pointed out a pack of empty cigarettes and shook their heads in disgust. I agreed and was secretly so proud of them for choosing not to smoke. They went over to the “perfect” tree where they wanted me to take “senior” like pictures of them. This was so much fun. At first they would not smile showing their teeth but after I told them how much prettier their smile was when they showed teeth they began showing them proudly. And you wouldn’t believe how much fun they were having. And I would snap their picture when they were laughing and smiling their biggest and happiest smiles and when I showed them their picture they agreed that they looked beautiful. After a while, they insisted that I get a nice picture of myself and they took great care of my camera while they snapped photos of me. At one point I adjusted my shirt so my bra strap wouldn't show and each of them quickly checked their own bra straps.
Let me tell you--- these girls are so easily influenced and my prayer is that even though this time is so short in the grand scheme of their whole life, I hope that I made a difference to them—because I know they made a difference to me. They showed me their crosses from when they were baptized and told me how they love God. This makes me very thankful to hear of their salvation and yet I know they are starving for His Word. How I wish there wasn’t the language barrier because I would have shared so many things about God’s love and grace for them. If only….
Like always—the four hours flew by and before I knew it we were saying good-bye. I gave away the toiletries and nail polish and I went into my purse and found some extra ponytails to give to Luba who I will never ever forget. After giving Nastya and Pasha a few extra pieces of gum, I secretly gave the rest to Luba along with more ponytails as I squeezed them into her hand. She quickly looked in her hand and whispered, “Spaciba.” We both smiled.
It took all of me to keep from crying.
As I climbed into the car, the kids were having Caleb autograph the backs of their hands. It was painful for us to say goodbye.
Such a dangerous thing to spend time with the children. Of course it is a blessing beyond anything I have ever experienced and yet come time I have to leave—the void I fill in my heart is one that can never be filled until I get to see their faces again.
And yes Karyn, I gave big hugs to as many children as I could. I also had our facilitator share this with the kids, "You are all such amazing, respectful, wonderful kids. You have made the Reed's visit one they will never forget. They thank you for being so welcoming. They also want you to know that if they could, they would not hesitate to bring each and every one of you back to their home because they think you are all so terrific. Have fun at camp."
Posted by Christine at 6:13 AM
Impacting Each Others Lives
I must start out by saying, “Many blessings to all of you who have taken the time to comment. It has been such an encouragement to keep posting even when Internet is excruciatingly slow. Though I don’t have time to respond to all of the comments like I would like to, I am keeping them in the back of my mind and plan to answer all of them when we are back home. Thank you for all the birthday blessings for John—I read him many of the comments and he felt the love.”
*************
We knew this day was coming. Today was the last day we got to spend with the kids since they are heading off to camp tomorrow. The camp is much further away and we are already paying $40 a day for the drive to the orphanage so it would be even more to drive out to the camp everyday. Still, we plan on splurging in a couple days and driving up to the camp for hopefully, the whole day because all the kids are so worth it.
We began with our routine of seeing Nastya and Pasha first thing and they were very excited with the glow sticks we brought them. Such a commonplace thing in America-- but here--- to these children--- they might as well have been bars of gold. I know we haven’t had court yet, but still I already call them—my children--- well my children shared their glow sticks with their friends. It warmed my heart. I think they truly understand what it means to the other children to get a little enjoyment out of our visit to the Internat as well, even though we are not adopting them.
We did a couple of other things which I will share in an "extra" evening post because I want to get to the heart of this one.
**************
We all went outside and spent time with the children. Today many of the girls stayed close by me because I brought nail polish and toiletries. The older girls blessed me in ways I will never forget. Being so close to them today changed my ideas about older teenage girls in Internats-- and they will forever have a special place in my heart. It was a privilege to paint each of their nails yet they acted like it was a privilege having their nails painted by me. Phooey—little do they know how much joy they brought me. My heart was brimming with a mixture of joy and sadness as I held each of their hands in mine and painted each of their tattered, scraggly, dirty, worn, bitten to the quick nails. A few of them even had infected cuticles dabbed with green medicine. I felt bad for even noticing--- a part of me knows they are beautiful children of God and another part of me wanted to wash their hands and give them some Mama love---- oh how they each could use some Mama love. It was quite windy as we painted nails so of course the polish became lumpy and their nails looked like a mess, yet to them—they felt beautiful as I kept telling them, “Ochen Craseeva.”
This post is so hard for me to write but I feel that these children’s stories need to be told—so that it may change the hearts of others. These children do not belong here in this Internat- they belong in families like yours and mine. Anyway, most of them wearing the clothes I first met them in four days ago, I felt unworthy to be wearing fresh clean clothes with freshly washed hair and clean feet. Why should I have all of these luxuries when they have none? What did I do to deserve so much? What did they do to deserve so little?
I watched as an older girl who at first was very standoffish with me, tried to impress me by doing another girls hair. Impress me, she did, as she French braided the girls hair round and round around her head like a Jewish round hat that lays flat on boys’ heads. It was really beautiful and she beamed with pride that she could show me something I had never seen before. At one point she bent over and I could not help looking at her bra. The wires were both sticking way out of each side poking her and yet for this moment—she was happy…. content. Little did this girl know the example she was to me-- not the other way around.
Luda, the girl that at first would have nothing to do with having her picture taken--- showed me even more of her true personality today-- and what a joy that was.! She not only was extremely helpful in painting all of the younger girls’ nails but she then asked me to follow her and two of her best friends somewhere. I had no idea where I was going but I felt honored that they would invite me to go with them. As we walked through a beautiful field with fruit trees they pointed out a pack of empty cigarettes and shook their heads in disgust. I agreed and was secretly so proud of them for choosing not to smoke. They went over to the “perfect” tree where they wanted me to take “senior” like pictures of them. This was so much fun. At first they would not smile showing their teeth but after I told them how much prettier their smile was when they showed teeth they began showing them proudly. And you wouldn’t believe how much fun they were having. And I would snap their picture when they were laughing and smiling their biggest and happiest smiles and when I showed them their picture they agreed that they looked beautiful. After a while, they insisted that I get a nice picture of myself and they took great care of my camera while they snapped photos of me. At one point I adjusted my shirt so my bra strap wouldn't show and each of them quickly checked their own bra straps.
Let me tell you--- these girls are so easily influenced and my prayer is that even though this time is so short in the grand scheme of their whole life, I hope that I made a difference to them—because I know they made a difference to me. They showed me their crosses from when they were baptized and told me how they love God. This makes me very thankful to hear of their salvation and yet I know they are starving for His Word. How I wish there wasn’t the language barrier because I would have shared so many things about God’s love and grace for them. If only….
Like always—the four hours flew by and before I knew it we were saying good-bye. I gave away the toiletries and nail polish and I went into my purse and found some extra ponytails to give to Luba who I will never ever forget. After giving Nastya and Pasha a few extra pieces of gum, I secretly gave the rest to Luba along with more ponytails as I squeezed them into her hand. She quickly looked in her hand and whispered, “Spaciba.” We both smiled.
It took all of me to keep from crying.
As I climbed into the car, the kids were having Caleb autograph the backs of their hands. It was painful for us to say goodbye.
Such a dangerous thing to spend time with the children. Of course it is a blessing beyond anything I have ever experienced and yet come time I have to leave—the void I fill in my heart is one that can never be filled until I get to see their faces again.
And yes Karyn, I gave big hugs to as many children as I could. I also had our facilitator share this with the kids, "You are all such amazing, respectful, wonderful kids. You have made the Reed's visit one they will never forget. They thank you for being so welcoming. They also want you to know that if they could, they would not hesitate to bring each and every one of you back to their home because they think you are all so terrific. Have fun at camp."
Posted by Christine at 6:13 AM
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