Wataliatcha, Wataliatcha, Doodely Doo, Doodely Doo

I realized I hadn't posted anything in a long time.  Last week I went to Girls Camp.  It was a ton of fun, especially since I just got to go up as a leader.  I really got to know the girls and learn from them.  
Here we are on Bishop's Day.  Bishop Mitchell, the tall guy in the back, took us to a lake to go crawdad fishing.  The girls actually loved it!  
Here's their catch.  And yes, we did eat them and they were actually pretty tasty for bottom-feeders.
These two girls are so cute, the one on the right is a Blood.  Matthew loves her.  He thinks she's about one of the greatest people around.  They caught walking sticks, which you can't see too well in this photo, but they're on the end of those sticks.
That's me with the camp director, Paola, and the YW president, Lesa.  We had such a good time.  I honestly loved every minute of it.
But now I'm back so it's time to get back to my blogging, I mean real life.
The title of this post is a fun little diddy the YW prez taught us.  I've had it stuck in my head since camp.


The Mallory's said...

I'm so jealous. I wish I could have gone to girls camp.

And did you actually eat those? I wouldn't believe it if I saw it.

Laurie, the girls & Scott said...

I'm headed to camp soon. Want to go for me? I'd love to watch your kids!