So, it’s happened.
Well, in a week it happens.
When Kirk has his birthday, I will have two eight year old boys.
And for most LDS families, that’s when they start Boy Scouts.
Yes, indeed, they turned eight just in time for the annual pinewood derby.
I am working twenty hours a day, and Nathan writes musicals in between wiping noses, so these boys will soon be visiting Grandad, no doubt!
In the meantime, I endured the first of many related trials:
Yes. The sewing of the patches.
Sewing on Cub Scout patches may be the most anxiety producing motherhood experience yet, other than that whole keep-the-blue-baby-alive thing we endured the last two years.
But, we got it done, three second graders and me, and my growing up boys are so excited to be starting scouts!
I will forever remember that the first day they wore uniforms, Kirk was still wearing penguin footies.