Missing Him Monday

Our oldest son is a Cub Scout - a Wolf Scout to be exact. This is the second year that he has participated and he likes it very much. Last year his dad took him to the meetings and it was a fun time for the two of them. This year I take him (at least until his dad gets home). It is fun, but it is also lots of work because I also bring my two other boys along. Sometimes it's hard to be in one place trying to focus on one thing (the meeting) and having my energy diverted by an enthusiastic 4 year old and his 2 year old mimic brother. =)

Anyway, the Scouts sell popcorn every year as a fundraiser. Both years our oldest sold quite a bit of popcorn, though I am sure by other gung-ho scouters standards, it is nothing to put on the record books. This year he sold enough to earn a marshmallow shooter. Sounds fun! My husband and I each made a purchase to help with the number of sales that our son makes. I have put quite a dent in the popcorn I purchased (along with two other eaters in this household). He, however, is going to wait to get home before he gets to enjoy his.

And so, missing him today is...



And yes, honey, I promise not to gobble it up (won't even open it) until you get home. I can make no promises about what the 7 and 2 year olds do (the 4 year old can't partake due to food allergies)! ;)