Once a month, there is a scheduled camp out for the scouts. I look forward to the Friday nights I get to spend with my younger kids and have the whole bed to myself because Blake is, has always been, and will always be a scout leader. (Jinx. He'll be thrown out tomorrow) Occasionally, however, I am too distracted by irrational thoughts to enjoy the time half of my family is gone. They were hiking to their campsite with their supplies on their backs. This is nothing new. Blake has done it countless times; Tony several. But this is Nate's first backpacking journey. The pack was bigger than his body. I don't know how the kid made it. I'm sure by now (2:34am) he arrived. The other thing about Nate that is bothering me is his love for food. He doesn't love food like normal people. He enjoys food on a whole different level. It's borderline passion/obsession. Favorite quote for today came from Tony: "Nate, this is not an eating camp out." I would have laughed if I wasn't worried. Why am I worried? He will not starve. So then I ask myself again-- why am I up thinking about this? I guess I feel like I sent Linus off with out his blanket. So this is unhealthy. Food should not be a comfort. I even caught myself saying, "I'll try to have something ready for you when you get home!" I am insane. Realizing this doesn't help. Counseling might.
Nate's passion/obsession is comical, annoying and helpful all at the same time. He will stand over your shoulder questioning your every move with the spices. I laugh when he quizzes Blake about his pancakes. "Did you use the correct amount of baking powder?" Blake doesn't laugh. The best part is when we say, "YOU make them next time!" and he says, "I will!" And he does. I love that I can ask him to make dinner and he gets excited. When I ask for input on dinner ideas, he actually has definite, well thought out ideas.
Scouts has been a blessing. I'm grateful for the opportunity my boys have to do hard things. They get frustrated but I see them enjoy a sense of accomplishment. They will come home tired, maybe a little hungry but feeling good about themselves. In the meantime, however, I am up all night worrying about Linus spending the night without his blanket. Thank goodness there are programs that stretch them in ways I never would. I baby my kids too much mostly because they grow so fast. Just yesterday Nate was 18 months old eating an enormous dead spider. But that's another story for another day...
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Because Tony's Little Big Band was performing at Disneyland, we simply had to go. It was a mini reunion with my brother Rick and his family, my cousin Sandra and her family, my mom and auntie. Lots of our family couldn't make it (new baby that I can't wait to meet, church missions, no babysitter, work, etc). Thanks to everyone who was able to come. And especially Nonnie- her screams at the concerts are still the talk of the town.
Since I've been lame about keeping up with this crazy blog, I thought I'd put on a few pictures to show we are here, doing good and keeping busy. Jonah makes us laugh as we journey through life. Nate loves baseball and my only child who loves the Giants like I do. Tony's jazz band has been going strong all year. And Lou hung out with my sixth graders all year. She signed more yearbooks than I did.
Before Louisa came along, I was wondering how our "Boy World" would be altered. I'll admit, in all my excitement to buy something pink, I was nervous about the change. But I told myself, she'll be the newest member and have to fit in with her brothers. I pictured her adapting to life with superheros, legos, wrestling, dirt, bugs and scouts.
Then along came Lou. And we have spent the last six years adjusting to her. We all know more than we want to about Hannah Montana. For her 6th birthday in March, she got a fabulous hairdo and we went shopping. I can't imagine my boys putting a haircut and shopping trip on their short list of birthday activities.
You can find Louisa decked out like a princess from tiara to glass slippers watching Spiderman and drawing Peter Parker.