Scoutmaster Widow

This is the week. Well, it actually started last week. Even though Randy wasn't really here last week, this week Randy is officially gone. Scout camp is the two and half weeks out of the year that everything at our house is scouts. Although this year isn't quite 'scouty' as the past three years when I was in Cub Scouts, too.

Randy loves it. He's not the type to go to a council sponsored camp and sit around camp all day reading a book. Nope. He does his own scout camp. This year, they changed the travel restrictions, and they were able to go to Goblin Valley. Randy had some great meals planned, a hike though a slot canyon, and some super fun merit badges for the boys to earn. Rifle/shotgun shooting, orienteering, motor boating, water skiing, and pioneering. Using their 'lashing skills, they will build catapults out of lodge poles and have a water balloon fight. Sounds fun, eh? The best part is, Casey actually gets to go this year. I don't just say that because he is gone for a week....but because it's nice for Randy's efforts to benefit his son. And Casey has sen him leave for the past five summers. I wonder if Randy will still be doing this when Tyler and Nathan are Boy Scouts.



While Randy is gone. we kind of take it easy. I heat frozen stuff for dinner, or we just go out to eat. And we stay up late and watch movies and eat popcorn and candy. Oh, and the house is a wreck. That kind of happens when Dad isn't coming home at night. :)



The sports season is starting to wind down. Only four more games. Tyler had a nice play tonight. He was playing second baseman and he caught the ball and threw it straight to the first baseman (who actually caught it) and he got the runner out. It was pretty exciting....at this age, that is a rarity. Hailey has also had some nice plays. She hit a home run at one game, and she has assisted in a double play. Casey has improved this season. He is an awesome hitter at home, but he freezes at bat during a game. In 'the majors' it's a lot of pressure. I remember being the same way. I'd step up to the plate and pray that the pitcher would walk me. I knew if I swung, my chances were worse that I'd strike out. I finally figured out a few years ago, that I can hit a ball if I bat left-handed. Go figure.



Hannah had her ballet recital a week and a half ago. It was very cute. She was so proud of herself for remembering the dance. The music started before the teacher got down front to lead them, but Hannah didn't skip a beat. And all the other kids were able to follow her lead!

Well, I hear pitter-patter upstairs and it is waaaaay past their bed time....maybe this is a little too relaxed...even for me.