Isaac has had a few big days, so I thought I would share...

Last weekend was the Camporee and he was able to fire black-powder rifles and throw tomahawks - I'm pretty sure that's every 12-year old boy's dream. Tuesday was the Court of Honor, where Isaac was given his swimming, dentistry, and snow sports merit badges, and also earned his first and second class. He was managing the attention fairly well until it was time to pin the first and second class pins on Mom - probably the most embarrassing part of being a boy scout. He became very flustered when he realized I didn't have a lapel, and he couldn't find a suitable place on my t-shirt for the pins. I handed him the bottom of my t-shirt, much to his relief. To top it off, I grabbed his shaggy head and planted one on his forehead. He may never forgive me.

Yesterday was his Honor Roll assembly - and he was also given a Quality Student Award and one for achievement in all of his classes. Most kids got the achievement award for 2 or 3 classes, but Isaac had a "full deck", receiving the award for all classes. I'm not proud or anything.

And yesterday was also his first track meet in Ridgefield. He ran the 1600m (1 mile), the 800m, and did the javelin. The weather wasn't great, Isaac was shivering, and I really had to resist the urge to 'mother' him too much. But he has exactly 0% body fat, right? Anyway - his first event was the mile run - with about 8 other boys. He had a good solid start, then got tripped up on someone's feet and went down hard. It was so hard to watch. But he got up and ran on. He was dead last after the fall, but ended up passing 4 or 5 of the boys by the end. He was disappointed, naturally, but he still did it in 6:34. Not too shabby. He took second in the 800m, getting passed only at the last moment by a teammate. He's really enjoying it - and it is fun to see him interacting with his friends - especially girls. He remains completely oblivious to their flirting and devious ways. At this point, he still just finds them annoying.

Lastly, he refuses to cut his hair. Oh - it will happen, regardless, but he loves that his hair has gotten truly shaggy. He walks around everywhere, shaking and tossing his head, and driving Dave absolutely crazy. I have to remind Dave of some of his more adventurous hair-dos in his earlier years. We will have to reach some compromise...soon.

I'm done. Hope you are all well -
Adina