So it's been a whole month, maybe more like six weeks now, and LOTS of things have been going on beside the usual school and homework routine.
Sammy has had his share of football games and performances:
Also went out to dinner with Kathleen and Cris, spending a few hours at TGI Fridays hogging a table and catching up. After figuring that two of the last three times we saw each other was at funerals, we actually made and kept a dinner date. Only took us 8 weeks to coordinate and fit it into our schedules!
Matthew's cub scout troop came over last week to the house and we decorated cookies for Halloween. It's not any one of the activities for a badge or a trail, or whatever they call them in Wolves, but we did it just for fun. There were six kids and four adults all crowded around the table getting frosting and sprinkles everywhere.
Matthew also has Flat Stanley's cousin Flat Matt visiting Karen in WA. He helped Michael with the backhoe and planting two Christmas trees for Grandma Elta and Grandpa John. He has been sending emails to Matt on his adventures, which Matt loves to read.
Jacob got some new pets - Bob, Steve, and Spikey the goldfish - who swim around two of the shells from mom's bathroom. Snoopy is shown here welcoming them to the house. She sleeps with them every night, making sure they aren't lonely.
Lastly, the four guys got dressed up to go out for Halloween. We walked over a couple blocks where there are a few haunted/spooky houses and hundreds of kids trick-or-treating. We had our own spooky ghost, a ninja, Darth Vader and my own favorite "Green Burrito".
Resort to producing the event . . .
Saturday, Nov 17 was the Savanna Field Tournament, and since I am the sucker who misses my days in Special Events, this was my second year as Tournament Chair. After many hours of coordinating rentals, helping organize volunteers, taking inventory, shopping for everything under the sun, writing programs, making and taking countless phone calls, and overseeing all the details of a 14+ hour event that had over 7,000 folks attend, my son hands me this note attached to a flower. I might make it a third year. . .
