This is JJ catching fish at Camp Oakarro with his scout pack.
Grandma working with Cindy, her physical therapist.
Anna rewards Grandma at the bottom of her stair workout with a snuggle.
Ben with his first fish. The Cubmaster told the boys that they should kiss their first fish for luck. Ben puckered up and planted a big one on the side of this fish before I could get the photo. Note JJ's hand pointing to the spot where Ben should kiss it. For extra luck he kissed every fish he caught that day. For some reason that skeeves me out and makes me proud all at once.
I am in the midst of transitioning out of my role as Treasurer for the preschool and into the role of Co-president, which is actually less work and responsibility. I am learning the whole Cub Scout routine and feel fairly clueless. I have a day of training coming up in November, which I hope will help.
Someone stop me before I volunteer again.
Grandma is under the weather today. She seems to be suffering from the same virus that made John ill over the weekend. Tomorrow is a Mass and celebration for 'Grandpersons' at Jay's school and I know he will be disappointed if he doesn't have a special person visit school. If it weren't so early in the day I would recruit Uncle Jay, but I know he doesn't go anywhere early in the day.
2 comments:
Way to go Granny Kristan!! She get's a perfect reward too!
I've never heard of kissing your first fish! I bet this is a brother-invented myth to get the younger siblings to kiss the slimy things.
I agree- it sounds like an older brother thing.
Reminds me of the "Harry Houdini" game at our childhood home: Tie Retta up in the basement, turn off the lights, and time how long it takes her to get upstairs.
My brothers will deny that happened, by the way.
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