In April Maddie received her Faith in God award from primary. The primary president called me up to pin the corsage on her dress, much like they have a mother pin the scouting pin on. She said, "And we'll have the mother come up to do the honor of pinning, because we all know that without the mothers this would never get done." Obviously this primary president doesn't know me or Maddie very well. Maddie flew solo on this one, even scheduled her bishop's interview by herself. Bless her heart, I don't think it would have been amiss had she received two such awards; one for all the hard work she did to earn it, and another for hurdling all the inattentiveness of her parents. Maybe even a third, for the backlash she's received from other girls for getting it done a little quicker (rough age, isn't it?) Then again, maybe I should just be happy that she got the one award, and that she saved me from total mother-looser status, by remembering to take pictures for me.
Good Job, Maddie. Great Job, Maddie. FANTASTIC Job, Maddie!
This picture kind of speaks for itself. Isn't he handsome? Had I known the Eagle board were only going to take a picture of the top half of him, we wouldn't have worked so hard to find the clothing for the bottom half. Because, believe me, it was an issue. He and Justin have decided since they share the same outfit it might be embarrassing to have an Eagle Court of Honor where they each have to come half naked, and instead, have almost talked me into a nice supper out alone; obviously not just any Eagles, smart Eagles.)
And last but not least, we have two new certified life guards. It's a good thing. A few family nights ago Bert was in charge of our game. He chose to have us all take a paddle boat ride. The object of the game was to hunt and kill the huge water snake living there, and take back our pond. However, there wasn't quite enough room for all nine of us to sit. Bert solved this problem by precariously straddling us, with his shotgun, in the center, while two of us rowed and the rest sat on laps. Half way across the pond the boat creaked from it's heavy load and said, "I can't do it any longer." It began to sink. Our family night game quickly jumped a notch in it's intensity. Our focus shifted from 'snake' to 'survivor', and from 'team', to 'every man for himself.' With two new lifeguards in the family, I'm thinking it won't be such a difficult decision next time on exactly who goes over the side to save the ship.
Well that's it. And since none of my kids ever want to be served up as the main dish in my blog, I'm thinking that despite their distaste of casseroles, they'll appreciate them a lot more after this. Maybe it's a good thing I procrastinated.
