Saturdaywas Tiger's Blue & Gold Banquet. For those not familiar with scouting, a Blue & Gold is the big hoo-rah of the year for Cub Scouts. Awards are given. Food is consumed.
(Although, when we called Tiger's Godmother, Nana, yesterday to chat, she laughingly asked if there was food at our Blue & Gold Banquet. She said her sister had attended one this year where they didn't serve food, but forgot to change the name to Blue & Gold Ceremony. Sorry, to my mind Banquet = Food.)
Our Blue & Gold Banquetis aBIG DEAL.Door prizes. Father/Son Cake Bake. Food. Themes. Hoopla. This year's had the added spice of a SNOW STORM. Who could ask for more?
Salsnapped this shot on the way to the Blue & Gold. It got worse before it got better.
A big part of the Blue & Gold for Tiger is the Father/Son Cake Bake. He and The C.F.O. won last year, however this year his father had to work. (Insert tears here.)
Fortunately for Tiger, he has a tremendously AWESOME big brother who was more than willing to help him trash my kitchen bake a cake. It was a very delicious and aesthetically pleasing cake.
Here are a few of the other entries...
Pretty cool, eh?
I couldn't, I-just-couldn't, bring myself to eat any of this cake.
I heard it was tasty.
This beauty won the prize for Scout Favorite.
And now, we get to the portion of the post where I admit I don't have a photo of Tiger's cake! I thought I took one. I distinctly remember taking one. Honestly. However, we got home and NO PICTURE OF TIGER'S CAKE was in my camera. Go ahead. Schedule an appointment with a therapist for him. He has a BAD MOTHER.
Moving right along, Tiger earned his Arrow of Light, which is the highest award a Cub Scout can earn. He also earned all of the Webelos Merit Badges possible. This is the kid a neurologist once told us would need to be medicated and possibly institutionalized.
Moral of the story: Doctors, too, can be idiots.
It was a loverly evening. I admit to shedding a few tears. But the best part, for me, was after the Blue & Gold, when Tiger and Sal sat on my bed discussing what Tiger needed to start working on to achieve his first Boy Scout rank. (He is moving up to Sal's troop.) It was one of those moments that their mother wishes she could bottle up and keep forever. (Sniff. No, I'm not bawling. Really. Sniff.)
Lest you think that while I was away we did nothing, I have photographic evidence to the contrary. And speaking of contrary, I do not like The C.F.O.'s current work schedule. He is working weekends, which forces me to do many things I would not otherwise have to do - like construct Pine Wood Derby cars.
But he has a job, and we like to eat, so that is the last whine you will hear from me on that subject.
Anyhoo, here is Tiger's car.
Yes, his mother did tape quarters to the car for extra weight.
Yes, she did use lime green duct tape. You wanna make something of it?
Did he win? Hey. It stayed on the track and none of the wheels came off. I'm counting that as a major victory.
And the lesson is - Forget that trip you had planned, spend your cookie money on Obama's Campaign!
In the interest of fairness, I must tell you that I am not a supporter of Obama. I'm far too much of a libertarian for that! Also, I recognize that this action was taken by his staffers at a local level. I'm sure he had no knowledge of the event. I hope. Finally, I realize the blog to which I linked has its own biases. However, I did follow-up in order to check the authenticity of the story to the best of my humble abilities.
Thanks to my troop co-leader who sent me this link.