And we thought this would be easy...

Back in 2007, when we got married, we thought we had it down. We'd bought a house, kept our jobs long enough to call them careers, and were managing to raise a kid without people staring at him in WalMart....

Then, life happened. And we discovered God has a sense of humor. While it took us bit to laugh along, we find things are easier nowadays if we just go with it. Things are about to get funnier, thanks to our brilliant idea of pooling our genes and gifting the world a mini version of our well honed insanity. We're going to chronicle this so there's proof if ever we need it. Want to come along?
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Friday, October 1, 2010

Cooperation


Wednesday saw our first Pack Meeting of the school year, with a theme of "Cooperation." The boys were split into their respective Dens and given the task of creating a collage with a single message- without speaking. They had to ask for supplies and communicate with each other without voices. I love this picture- the Webelos are asking for glue from their Den Leader- and they are having a ball! I love this picture because the boys had a challenge in front of them, and were not able to use their most familiar tool... and they were happy. They enjoyed themselves, had fun, and were kind to one another in the process. How often have I failed to follow their lead? How many times have I found myself unwilling to think creatively to arrive at a solution, but instead sat and pouted that there was a challenge in the first place? THIS is why I love Cub Scouts; I honestly believe it prepares the boys to face life's challenges with grace and a willingness to be part of the solution. That, and they look freaking adorable in their uniforms.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Raisin' them up right...


That's my boy. Approximately 45 minutes before he cleaned out all 3 groomsmen at our wedding, and got them drunk in the process. Kidding. I hope. After all, I wasn't there- I was busy throwing up from nerves in the bridal cabin. Who knows what happened while I was frantically trying to remove the faint smell of vomit from my dress?