Baby Steps..With Big Kids

Well, small successes are to be celebrated. It's been a milestone day around here!

1. My 9 year old daughter HATES having her hair brushed and arranged. We have a daily battle before school in which I try to convince her to let me put her hair back or at least brush it, and she refuses and brushes it herself--or at least she brushes the top half. The bottom half of her curly hair usually ends up in a big tangled poof. Well, today is May crowning, and she ASKED me to please do her hair. Yay!

2. Tonight is the CubScout campout. Even though Dads go to this campout, too, my son didn't want to go. He is not the adventurous type. At all. But, after some convincing, he has decided he wants to try it, and is now making a packing list that is 4 pages long. Yay!

3. OK, so my husband is not a kid, but... So, the above-mentioned campout that my son is now attending allows families to choose tent camping or cabin camping. My husband was thrilled that he now has the chance to have some male bonding with our son and leave us 4 girls behind, and in his mind he pictured the cozy tent setting and informed me that cabins are for whimps (I must be a whimp!). Because we have never actually GONE camping before, we don't have a tent. My husband had that gleam in his eye. That usually means trouble. So I proceed to use my persuasive feminine wiles to inform him that it doesn't make sense to rush out and buy a cheap tent--we need to do research, then save up and buy a nice one we will all enjoy. After a bit, I got that OTHER look--the one in which he knows I am right, but he doesn't want to admit it. That's alright--the look says it all!