You Can Eat My Mom's Children

One of our favorite places to go is the cemetery down the street from where we live.  We love how all of the graves are decorated and it is always so peaceful there.  The only sounds are birds, wind chimes and ghosts.

Whenever we visit, Luke is always very serious and solemn and very offended by the girl's lack of reverence.  He is either figuring out how old each person was when they died, or telling the girls to get off of the graves.

Sylvia likes to "fix" everyone's flowers and decorations.

Short Story:  Sylvia pets ceramic squirrel...

...holds it...

...a pet from Hazel turns into a grab then a headlock hold...

...ceramic friend gets taken away.

Sylvia says so many funny things I can never remember them all.  I made an effort throughout the day by writing them down on my arm...

"You can eat my mom's children!" "Don't joke me!" "My ankle hurts because my daddy is bye bye." "This pumpkin needs some gravity so it can stay alive." "Dad's gonna kill me if I don't go to Burger King!"

Love Hate and Cub Scouts

I have a love hate...hate relationship with Cub Scouts.  Every time we go to a pack meeting the boys are running around playing basketball, there are so many different awards, badges, beads, and arrows, and every one there is sure excited about flags.  Especially the U.S. of A. one.  But the thing I love about Cub Scouts is that Luke loves it. (Don't let this picture fool you.  There are about a million more awards and places to sew them on on the Cub Scout shirt.)

Tonight at the Pack Meeting, Luke won a couple of belt loops for his non existent scout belt.  Afterward Luke and his friend walked around the gym having intellectual (nerdy) conversations while all of the other boys played basketball.  I know that Luke admires his friend's full uniform and badges, this kid even has the neckerchief!  I have the main square animal badges on Luke's shirt but have lost so many of his beads and arrows.

When it was time to go I gathered up the girls and when I looked over at Luke I could tell that he was trying not to cry and one side of his face was red.  A basketball hit him in the face.  For some reason, the basketball in his face made me feel very guilty about my apathetic attitude toward his involvement in Cub Scouts.  I am going to go down to the Scout office first thing next week to buy a belt, kerchief, hat, and some "made in China" awards for my Cub Scouter.  Then we will tie some knots together and whatever other activities a ten year old scout is supposed to do.

Old School Lollipop Ghosts

It is kind of sad and very cute how "aweseome" Luke thought these lollipop ghosts we made were.  I love a craft that takes five steps or fewer, doesn't take a lot of supplies, and that is easy enough for my kids to do all on their own. How to???  Tissues, Dum Dums, and Ribbon.