Scouts!!

Jake made it to Scouts on Tuesday night. I feel so bad. It’s only the second time he’s made it since we moved here. First off, it took a month to find out where and when. Then–it’s on Tuesday night here, and no matter how many times I write it on the calendar–my brain naturally reverts back to the old house, and I wake him up every Wednesday morning saying, “Don’t forget–you have scouts…uh…last night. Never mind!” Pretty lame mom I know!

He’s in the Bears–and he’s finished up all of his requirements to get his Bear–but we’ve never been around to turn in his book to actually get the award. I’m afraid it will be too late since he already turned 10, but he earned it before then, so if they don’t give it to him–I will head to the Scout store and take care of it myself.

We were driving home Tuesday night–him holding his homemade Totem and eating fry bread, and I mentioned how next week he wouldn’t be there because he got Bulls tickets for his birthday and his game was that night. He was disappointed. But it wasn’t until about 2 hours after he’d gone to bed that I realized the game was on Monday night–and he would get to go to Scouts! Phew!