Blue And Gold

If you have a scout, were a scout, or ever hoped to be a scout, you know what Blue and Gold means. Yes, it's that time of year again, the Blue and Gold Banquet. All the families attending were asked to bring a "scout" themed dessert. I think ours qualifies. There will be judging, I'll have to post later with the results.

Emma's Baptism

Emma was so excited to get baptized today that even with the power outage and the slightly cold water, we were able to get her baptized and confirmed.

Spectacularly Bad

I've determined that I should NEVER be my own child's teacher. They are never well behaved in a group setting. They've got you in a game of Survivor; outwit, outlast, and outplay. Today was the day that I lost all three.

What should have been a simple hour of Activity Days turned into the "Survive Emma's Antics" hour. There was boredom in the first five minutes, mouthiness the next ten, pouting for five, crying for fifteenish, and sulking for twenty. There may have been a few good minutes mixed in there, but I'm not sure. She was so SPECTACULARLY bad that she's sitting in time out until I'm not frustrated with her. She may be the until she's 18.

The Spare Oom

What was once the spare oom upstairs is now Emma's room. I've been thinking about putting the room to use, but was disinclined to actually move Emma's stuff in there. We've gone through a great shuffle of stuff lately and it was time to get motivated. Nothing like a day off from school to get me motivated to put the kids to work. I know that Spring is a ways off, but it felt like a Spring clean with all the stuff we cleaned. Now I just need some designers to come "finish" the rooms.

Olympics

I have a love for watching the Olympics. I have a fuzzy memory of Mom talking Dad into getting a tv "to watch the Summer Olympics". I can't remember how long we were without a tv, but I do remember watching track and field crowded around a small tv. There is such a great spirit that comes with the Olympics.

I missed the lighting of the torch on Friday, but I did catch part of the "parade of nations". Without knowing the back story to the death of the Georgian athlete, I was nearly in tears watching the team enter the stadium. While I like watching the sports events themselves, it's usually the back story of the athletes that does me in.

So far, I've watched speed skating, moguls (mens and womens), ice skating, and part of the biathlon. Can't wait to see more!

Pretty Things

I like to pretend I can sew, but I'd like to be better. When someone offered to teach a class on sewing book covers, I jumped at the chance. Someone to walk me through a project?! Sign me up.

Fabric is like pretty paper to me. If I had any sewing ability, I'd buy more fabric then I'd know what to do with. I've seen what can happen if you have too much fabric, and it's kinda scary. The good news is that this little project was only 1/2 yard, with plenty to spare. Emma has already claimed one for herself.

A Closet is a Beautiful Thing

Well, it's project time here at our house again. Wait, what?! Yes, we're doing projects. By we, I mean, Michael starts them, we muddle through the middle, and sometimes we finish. Actually that's not true, we always finish, it just depends on how completed the project is. For instance, I finished painting six months ago. Is there more painting? Yes, but I was finished.

On to the project at hand. A few months ago, ok, more like 10, we decided that Emma and Lily need a closet organizer. Well, we got as far as tearing out the single hanging rod and shelf. Michael did build a VERY nice shoes organizer, but we sorta got distracted with getting the basement finished. Now that some time has passed and the piles of clothes have gotten larger we really needed to buckle down and just get it done.

Here we are two days later and we are 98% though the closet completion project, instead of 2% completed. Yeah!!!

Missing Tooth

Emma lost a tooth last month and I totally forgot to share the hilarity that followed. The front tooth was hanging on for it's dear life for over a week. I almost expected it to stay in for a while longer, but Emma was determined to get that sucker out, she needed the money!

So the tooth fell out one night (after the kids were already in bed) and the tooth fairy didn't visit that night. Well how could she find the tooth if it wasn't under the pillow?! So, I told Emma to place the tooth under her pillow and cross her fingers that the Tooth Fairy would come the next night.

Fast forward to the next night. Kids are in bed, I'm exhausted, tooth is forgotten. Emma wakes up in a grouchy mood. I can't quite place where this pent up hostility is coming from. Then about mid day I go and check under her pillow and find a scathing note to the Tooth Fairy. It reads;

Dear tooth fairy
or shood I call you mom
you biter be the tooth fairy.

Well, the Tooth Fairy left a note in response. Written in tiny gold sparkly ink.

Dear Emma,
Sorry I was late last night, I ran out of fairy dust in China. Thanks for the tooth.
-The Tooth Fairy