One of my favorite places on earth is up at Camp Hammer in the Santa Cruz mountains. Our life of globetrotting and living in the Middle East might seem exotic, but if you asked any of my kids to pick where they would choose to live permanently, they would all pick this patch of land surrounded by redwood trees.
Calvin gets to live the dream this summer as he has a job here as a camp counselor. I finally got to see him this past weekend when I picked him up at the end of his first week with campers. He came home for 24 hours to do laundry and catch up with us after 6 months apart. He had a great time with his first cabin of 4-6th grade boys, though his voice was raspy after cheering them through team games all week.
After church on Sunday I brought both older boys back up to camp as Calvin was starting session 2 and Carter gets to be there as a camper for the next 2 weeks (same place, but different camp program). And yes, he may be younger, but Carter has finally surpassed Calvin in height. 
Now I’m the shorty next to the two of them. As we took this selfie outside Calvin’s cabin, Carter asked, “Are you squatting Mom?!” and then laughed at how short I looked and proceeded to call me “Squatty Mommy” until I left for home.
We are all soaking in as much green scenery, blue skies, and woodsy air as we can before we return to the desert.
I love this so much.
<3 It's perfectly peaceful and completely opposite of what we experience all year. I'm happy the kids get to live there for a bit.
Looks beautiful. I can’t believe they are both so tall! Funny that you would be called squatty mom. You’re the tallest of the four of us! None of us ever caught you in height.
I know, right? And there I am, looking like TinyMom. 🙂 Pretty soon Bob will pass me too and I’ll look like a little old lady next to them.