How a Five Year Old Dreams

Early this morning Dallen woke up and told me that he keeps having "great" dreams. I asked what they were about and he said that they always start at Aunt Melinda's because,..."That is where you have to be to get to Hogwarts (Harry Potter) and Star Wars."

Who knew that Aunt Melinda's house was a conduit to fantasy land? Aunt Melinda,...do you know how much you are loved? (I don't think he ever dreams about the parents and our boring house.)

We're All Together Again!

Last week was a crazy week! I went to Girl's Camp with the ward, Hunter went to Scout Camp, the other three boys went to Idaho to bask in the glow of Aunt Melinda, finally,...Les worked a couple days and then went to Scout Camp also. We all left Monday morning around 6 am and then started getting home Friday about 1 pm and we were finally all back together Saturday around 3 pm. It was a long week. The Idaho boys had the best hygiene! Aunt Melinda saw to that. Even though Les had more showers than myself, I still maintain that he smelled worse! Hunter was loving Scout Camp and is toying with the idea of being a staff member when he is old enough. We had a great weekend of swapping stories and enjoying each other when we got back. I guess that separation does make the heart grow fonder for all of us!

Deoderant and Carson

Tomorrow is day camp for the two little cub scouts so I thought that I would ensure that they wouldn't be the stinkiest little scouters in the cars on the way to camp by making sure that both of them took a shower. I checked the hair and behind the ears etc. Then I lectured on the virtues of deoderant to all of the boys. My five year old faithfully slathers his body in deoderant because he doesn't want to be left out when everybody else gets to enjoy the antiperspirant of choice. So, I don't worry about him. My twelve year old understands that girls appreciate good hygiene so I have no need to worry about him. (He loves his Old Spice). Now, the nine year old and eight year old still need guidance and we worked on that tonight. Nine year old is happy to get it over with and move on with his night. Eight year old dabs his armpits and then without a second of hesitation he pulled his pant legs UP and rub the deoderant behind his knees. I say, "No honey, just your armpits." He says, (with exaggerated patience at my simple mind:) "I need to take care of my legpits too!" I can't even argue with that.