BS14 went to his week away camp today. It's his third summer and he really has had a great time. When we toured the camp three years ago ExH was really unsure as it is very rustic. He was thrown off by BS muttering "this is it, this is the place where something will happen." ExH thought BS was nervous but BS and I got there about half an hour ahead of ExH and BS was instantly enamored of the place because he *knew* this was where he'd have stories and things to tell afterward. "Things will happen here" wasn't ominous, it was hopeful foreshadowing.

DH just told me that when he borrowed one of the skids phones the other day while out because his was dead to text me and let me know something...he noticed something interesting. The contact name in the skids phone for BM reads "Birth Mother (mom)."

Our morbid curiousity is whether the skid put it in like that or if BM did that herself. (No, the skids do not call me mom.)

Either way our reaction is: eeewww.

BS is 14.5. OSS is 14. Puberty hit BS like a semi truck. He's six feet of attitude. He's gotten a little better but that could just be because of circumstances beyond his control and he could be full-on attitudinal when I see him next.

BS14 has a very tight group of friends that he just got this school year when we moved schools. They all like to do sleepovers at one of the houses (not mine). I hardly know anything about these kids and families and DH, ExH, and I are/were concerned about what they do. To us it sounded like it was pretty loose. The kids decided to play monster pong (beer pong but with that sugary caffeine drink) one of the times. BSs phone had a link to an almost porno you tube video after one of the nights. (I check.) He's also a waste the next day.