The Monk became a Wolf Cub over the summer. He really enjoys Cub Scouts and he was super excited to cross over the bridge to become a Wolf. He had been looking forward to it for a long time and has already been working on earning his academic belt loops (he already has one for Good Manners). The crossing as actually pretty cool b/c it was held at a local park and took place over the bride on the playground. I've never seen a crossing like that and I could tell that The Monk thought that it was pretty cool too.
My boy is growing (and, truth be told, I hate it). He is getting so big and now that he's 7 (yes! 7!), I'm glad that, despite all the sacrifices that are being made, I'm staying home with him to teach and be with him. This past birthday we went a little crazy trying to make it special for him (I mean, you only turn 7 once), so I made sure that there were surprises all around. It was cool too b/c he was really patient with waiting to open some of his bigger presents throughout the day until we had our family dinner. This year's theme was Star Wars Lego (no surprise, I know) and he had been bothering us for the General Grievous Lego Bike since February. He kept asking me if we got it for him, and I told him that I couldn't remember and that I had already gotten his presents a long time ago and that he was just going to have to wait (I know...so mean). But, wait he did and when he did get the bike that he so longed for, this was the reaction we got:
It was an epic reaction and I was glad that we made him wait, just so that we could have that look on his face. As usual, he made out like a bandit on the Star Wars Legos and we had a great time afterwards just hanging out and putting all the pieces together. It was also a lot of fun since our scout elf came to make a surprise visit as well! I love our boy and am so grateful that I get to create these special memories with him each and every day, birthday or not.
I've decided that The Hubs is trying to give me a heart attack. After dinner, The Monk and The Hubs typically go off to the park up the street for some male bonding time and to burn off the last vestiges of energy before it is time to brush teeth and go to bed for the boy. This is the picture that The Hubs sent to me from their daily constitutional today. I nearly died. My son is so high in that tree that I had a slight heart palpitation when I first opened this. Now, there is a reason why my son is known as a Monkey, but I honestly don't want to see him climbing trees with monkey-like ease and the potential of falling and breaking an arm. Having fallen out of a tree myself as a child (and suffering a rather severe concussion due to the fall), I am rather hesitant to allow my only child to climb to far up a towering Douglas Fir. My darling husband of over 17 years does not seem to share my fear of our child slipping and plummeting to the rather unforgiving earth below. Eek!
Just a mom
I want to make sure that I am documenting as much as I can because I know that the years are going to fly by and my little boy will be a man. I want to remember it all.