Third from the left is my little girl Gabbers just moments before becoming an "Official" Daisy Girl Scout. She was freezing because for some reason we had the ceremony outside (instead of inside) on the shady side of the building where it's always cold -- and she was wearing shorts. But I'm not complaining. Seriously. It's probably fifty degrees warmer here than in the Frozen North. This was taken November 10th.
Gabbers loves going to Daisies every Tuesday. But I quite honestly question what exactly it is we are paying for. Is it the coloring at the beginning? Is it the tacky foam craft she brings home each week? Or is it the two minutes they spend talking about a flower garden. I actually thought they'd be doing something. Every week I fight the urge to volunteer myself to be in charge. "If you want it done right do it yourself," comes to mind. Then I tell myself, "Pshaw. Just bead your socks and ignore what's going on. You don't need more on your plate." Speaking of beaded socks, I thought it would be a fun idea to bead yellow and blue socks for the Daisies for Christmas. But as I was finishing a pair of socks for my niece Klai, half the girls came over to see what I was doing and expressed which colors they liked. I found myself writing down all their sock sizes and specific color choices. Then I found myself COMMITTED to actually doing it.
Then I got home and thought, hmmm, I need to email Denay again and get her address since she won one of my contests a looooooooong time ago and I haven't mailed the socks to her daughter yet. Oh yes, and my cousin Amy. I need to make sure her address is current too and mail her socks that have been sitting here waiting to be packaged up. Oh yeah, and then I also need to mail my sister Leslie's stocking hanger I got her last Christmas. Wow, I always get behind on mailing stuff. Hmm. I better get working on Christmas letters and cards too. And then I start thinking about chocolate and then it's time to pump again. Then I find myself sitting at the computer reading blogs, unable to comment since I'm pumping at the same time and forget all about the stuff that needs to be mailed.
Where was I? Oh Daisies. Gabbers loves it. She enjoys the social atmosphere and the girl time with me. Sometimes Bun comes along because there's always snack at the end-- which incidentally is provided by the girls each taking turns. In January they get to sell Girl Scout cookies. That I am excited about. I love Thin Mints.
P.S. Denay and Amy, please email me your current addresses. I will write a note on my forehead to mail you your socks BEFORE the year's end.