Camp Lassen: A Place for Boys and Men

Camp Lassen is a Cub Scout and Boy Scout camping ground located 30 miles north-east of Chico, in the high Sierra mountain, with elevation of 4500 feet. Beautiful scenery, fresh air, and far away from any cell phone transmitting tower, which means no cell phone signal whatsoever. Another abundant there is dirt. It is SO dusty.

My husband was the one who was supposed to be there, but couldn't go because of his broken leg. I always dread driving to any unfamiliar places, so the two and half hour drive especially the final 30 some miles along the winding mountain path was quite daunting to me. But I made it! Thank you God for watching over me!

There were only two moms among the nine parent-child pairs in our Cub Scout pack. It is a place for boys, growing boys and grown-up boys. You will see "why" from the pictures below.

Daniel enjoyed all the activities. His favorites were archery, BB gun, and "polar bear challenge"--jumping into the cold pond in the chilly morning hour (I was very proud of him!). What did I like about the camp? First, we had daily  flag ceremony and boys saying grace before each meal. Second, the programs and activities were all boy friendly and encourage their budding masculinity. Last but not least, the closing ceremony was very well planned. There were funny and goofy skits and songs, saluting and honoring former Eagle Scouts and men and women who had served the country, and a ceremony honoring a retired American flag directed by a special guest, a military general. Something said by the camp program director really resonated with me. "This country desperately need strong men."

The afternoon when we just arrived

Roasting marshmallow by camp file

Making a human pyramid after flag ceremony

A pack of boys form pack 65

Rock climbing. He didn't make it to the top. 

Ready?

Set.

Go!

Aim and shoot!

That's our open "cabin". Very cold at night!

Where flag ceremony and grace was taking place

Before BMX bike ride

Candle making in Handicraft program

Handicraft program

Cooling off in the lake (pond)

Boating fun!

Wood whittling during free time 

Wheel of the doom in dining hall

Enjoying a  s’more 

End of School Year Celebration

As our first homeschooling year came to an end, I decide to celebrate so that the family could share some memorable moments. The celebration was on July 7th. Although it was very low key and low budget, I still had to do quite a bit (to me) planning and shopping. Below is the round-up of our party:

Who:           Dad, mom, and the kids

Where:         Home. Back and front yard to be precise

Decoration:  Banner and swirls 

Food/drink:  Pizza and pink lemonade 

Game:          Pinata, party popper, and ballons

Oh, we have yearbooks too! I had considered scrap-booking but it was too ambitious an undertaking due to my utter lack of crafty ideas and skills. Thanks to Costco' photo book service, I was able to make our own personalized yearbooks. They are not that expensive especially after coupon, and they are truly one of a kind. I did spend hours plowing through all the photos, selecting, and arranging/re-arranging. 

Daniel's yearbook cover

James' yearbook cover

One day in our homeschool

Monday, June 25, 2012. One ordinary day, like most of our homeschool days, was not glorious or victorious at all. On the contrary, I felt rather defeated at the end of the day. Oh, the times listed were only rough estimates.

7:20 am -7:40am.
Kids got into daddy and mommy's bed. Sweet snuggling and  jiggling quickly turned into fighting between the boys.
7:40 am - 8:00 am.
All got up,dressed, and made beds -- after much nagging and threatening. "It only takes 5 minutes to get dressed and make your bed. Why do I have to tell you again and again?"
8:00 am - 8:50 am.
Time for breakfast. Daniel and James both like quesadilla. I use flour tortilla and simply fill them with cheese or omelet. Daniel eagerly offered to help with cooking. "Sure, don't put in too much cheese!" It did speed things up with one extra pair of hands.
8:50 am - 9:15 am.
Teeth were brushed and faces were washed, without much nagging, which did not happen everyday. Daniel did his chore of watering our vegetable garden after being reminded a couple of times. I have to admit that he has been doing this chore quite well recently. Maybe it's because squirting water is sort of fun to him?
9:15 am.
"Daniel, time for school, get prepared!"
"But mom, I'm too tired. I ate too much. I need to rest a little."
"Oh well, I give you 10 minutes." While Daniel landed himself on the sofa and grabbed a magazine, I cleaned the table and cleared the sink. James was playing with his Lego. Kitchen floor was decorated with crumbs, but I got no time to clean.
9:25 am.
"Your 10 minutes is up. Now get ready for school!" I was getting in Daniel's face. "OK." Lying on the floor, he showed no intention of getting up. Instead, a fight erupted between the siblings. Arms and legs tangled. Hands and toes flied toward each other. My order of "Stop! Stop fighting!" fell on deaf ears. The playful fight quickly elevated into military scale combat.
10:00 am.
I don't remember how the fight ended, but it did end and followed by much correcting and rebuking. I wonder if any of my words sank in and when the next volcano would erupt. My frustration was building up.

The first thing we do is Bible study, which is one of the two subjects (the other is Chinese) that the boys do together. We read and do quiz and worksheet together on the couch.  Less than 5 minutes into Bible reading (I read aloud to them), James was hanging upside down from the couch and Daniel was leaning against me with his 86 lbs figure. I don't remember even once when the Bible lesson went smoothly. I glanced at the clock. "It's already 10:20, and we still have not finished the first subject."
10:30 am.
After Bible, James was off the hook and started his job as a Lego builder. Daniel groaned at his math practice, and then complained about his copywork (penmanship).
12:30 pm.
Can't remember what school work was accomplished besides math and copywork. One history reading maybe? I just remember that I had to be by my student's side almost all the time reminding and directing, otherwise he would just wander around or pick a fight again. So that explained that I had no time to prepare lunch. Because Guibo was working from home due to his broken leg, I was aiming at  cooking at least one hot dish for lunch. But I was already exhausted, mentally and physically. Fortunately, hubby was understanding, so we had canned soup and Costco bread for lunch.
1:30 pm.
Our afternoons are usually less structured. My goal is to get school done in the morning and leave the afternoons for free reading and hobbies. Now I realize that my kids' hobby and their mission is to frustrate and torture their mom. Maybe I didn't cry this particular day, but I had cried (with tears) quite often in the frustration and sometimes anger too, "Lord, why is this SO hard?"
9:10 pm - 9:50 pm
Some days it took longer than 40 minutes to get them to bed. I should be thankful that they had stopped competing over who puts his feet to the basin first to wash. I felt like a hypocrite when kissing my kids goodnight and saying "I love you" because I didn't love them at that time. Hope that they didn't sense my insincerity from my tone or facial expression.
10: 00 pm - 12 am
Finally some much needed free time for me! Well, not really. I always have chores to do although it's hard to catch up with them. For a long time, I have struggled with setting my priorities right on time management (esp.the free time at night). Like a starving person in front of a feast (two hours is a feast!), I don't have the discipline and self control to choose the best dish or dishes. Simply following my appetite has often led me consuming more junk food (such as online shopping and reading for pleasure) than I want to admit.

Nature Study: bird boxes, birds and their young

May 10th was Daniel's Nature Study group's last field trip--observing a handful of bird boxes along American River. Jerry, a retired Botany professor, volunteered his time and expertise to lead the group inspecting the bird boxed, which he had made and installed and maintained over the years. What a fun and educational trip!

We saw the following birds in their nests: tree swallow, wood duck, and barn owl. 

In this bird boxes, six juvenile barn owls (I only saw five) hissing at each observer when we took turn peeking into the box.

The last bird box we checked on belongs to another barn owl family. About 10 seconds after Doc put the ladder on the box, an adult barn owl emerged from the opening (good capture of the moment Daniel!) and flew right off. According to Doc, this meant that the eggs were not hatched yet. If there were baby owls in the nest, the parent owl will not leave even if disturbed by observers.

Our young naturalists

The kids got to inspect some unhatched wood duck eggs on the pebble beach. In three of the unhatched and abandoned eggs, we saw close-to-full-term ducklings. Doc (Jerry) explained why they were not hatched. Kind of sad that these duckling were so close to get out off the shell but did not make it.

All the bird boxes are high up on the tree trunks so Doc had us use the ladder he carried with him on our walk. On the first two climbs, James was a bit nervous and I had to go right after him, But he quickly became bold enough to climb by himself. Doc was holding the ladder with steady hands of course.

James was climbing the long ladder by himself.

On the top of the ladder and peeking inside.

What's your type?

Not able to download pictures to my computer recently was one of the reasons that I had neglected my blog . Here's an older post drafted several months ago.

One post from a Chinese blog site triggered my interest in Keirsey Temperament test. Being a firm believer of the value of people's individuality and uniqueness, I have never liked the idea of categorizing people into groups. However, reading about the four temperament types and taking several on-line tests convinced me of the usefulness, no matter how limited, of this kind of categorizing/sorting. In short, it may lead you to a better and clearer understanding of  personality traits of yourself and of others, and hopefully could in turn improve communications between family members, friends, and co-workers.

The four broad temperament categories are combinations of two basic dimensions of human behavior: our communication (what we say) and our action (what we do).

		Actions
		Utilitarian          (do what works)	Cooperative       (do what's right)
Communication	Concrete                       (talk about reality)	Artisans	Guardians
	Abstract                         (talk about ideas)	Rationals	Idealists

These four temperament categories consist of 16 temperament types defined by four aspects as below and denoted by four letters:

1. Primarily Extroverted or Introverted
2. Primarily Sensing or iNtuitive
3. Primarily Thinking or Feeling
4. Primarily Judging or Perceiving

Guardian	Artisan	Idealist	Rational
Supervisor (ESTJ)	Promoter (ESTP)	Teacher (ENFJ)	Fieldmarshal (ENTJ)
Inspector (ISTJ)	Crafter (ISTP)	Counselor (INFJ)	Mastermind (INTJ)
Provider (ESFJ)	Performer (ESFP)	Champion (ENFP)	Inventor (ENTP)
Protector (ISFJ)	Composer (ISFP)	Healer (INFP)	Architect (INTP)

So, what's my type according to the tests? Either a Healer or Counselor type, and definitely an Idealist. I was a bit  skeptical and a bit surprised at this. I know that I'm primarily an introvert, but mostly consider myself a practical gal. Or am I? Further reading of the more detailed description of these types was actually quite convincing to me.

The quotes below seem to ring true.

"Idealists (NFs), as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self -- always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination."

"The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things."

"Healers present a calm and serene face to the world, and can seem shy, even distant around others. But inside they're anything but serene......"

But is self-knowledge possible? "As created beings, we can have no true self-knowledge apart from the knowledge of God. " Something I heard from a sermon a year or two ago. Profoundly true, isn't it?