Scouts
Chance was lucky enough to start scouts a little bit before his 8th birthday. Since I have ZERO brothers and this is my first boy, I have NO clue about scouts. I walked into the scout store and the guy there sold me one of everything in that place. I didn't know where the badges should be placed on the shirts, or what he was even considered - Bear? Wolf? Bobcat? Chance commented, "Mom, you don't know what you're doing, do you." Was it that obvious? Yes, I guess.

Anyway, scouts began and I can at least help him show up on time. His scout leader is Cleo Christensen and she is the sweetest lady! She's probably in her 80's. The troop (is that what it's called?) took a trip to Antelope Island on a Saturday, and they were the only scouts there. It just so happened that a Deseret News reporter was there so she published a few pictures of the kids in the paper! Here is a classic of Chance looking at a brine shrimp that was printed in the newspaper for all to see...

A couple weeks ago, the kids were playing tennis for scouts. One of the other boys accidentally whacked him in the nose with a tennis racket. His poor nose was bleeding out of control and I could see sort of a weird thing poking out of one of his nostrils. We thought it was broken so we took him to the Instacare. It turned out to just be a bad bleeding nose with no break (luckily). But for the few days afterward, Chance was traumatized and hesitant to return to scouts! I promised him that if they played tennis at scouts again, he didn't have to play! Shawn had to tell Chance's football coaches that he was missing football practice because he was in the Instacare and might have broken his nose with a tennis racket. The coaches just looked at Shawn like, "really? tennis?" Such a wimpy sport compared to football.