Camping

Well, noted for all, I have survived the camping trip.  I am not a camper, but Steve’s family has a wonderful family reunion every year that takes place on his Grampa Sutton’s farm.  Everyone gets together and camps.  It is fun to laugh and talk and catch-up with family members.  The bad part is: bugs, bad weather, and port-a-potties.   God did smile on us this year with INCREDIBLE weather.  Not too hot or cold, no rain, so I felt blessed.  Port – a – potties….after 4 days…..enough said.   The bugs were the bummer this year.  Our children were eaten alive – even when we were able to catch the kids long enough to spray ‘em down.  (I think a few children may have been carried off by mosquitoes, but that has not been confirmed).

Spencer’s first goal at arrival was to run into the woods as Steve and I unpacked.  I called him back immediately, but too late, his face and neck looked like he had chicken pox.  Throughout our days, larger welts would spring up, and Benydryl has kept him somewhat comfortable.

This morning as he rolled out of bed, his face looked as if he had scratched it all night.  Red and swollen.  As we began our morning devotions, it dawned on me.  Dragging him to the bathroom, for better light, I knew what it was.  “Oh, no Spencer, look!” I said. 

“Don’t be concerned, Mom,” he informed me,”all teenagers go through this.”

“It’s not acne, it’s poison ivy!”  I retorted.  We are off to see Dr. Rusk shortly.