Three weekends ago, the boys participated in their first cause, the local Relay for Life!
For those of you who don't know what this is, at Relay, teams of people camp out at the local high school and take turns walking (or running I suppose, but that sounds like crazy talk) around the track. The goal of our team, Sole Patrol, is to have a member on the track at all times during the 24 hour event.
The dynamic duo is always a pair to lend their help to a good cause, and they insisted we continue the tradition started before they were born. I have to tell you that they begged and pleaded to stay the whole twenty-four hours. They tried all they could to get me to agree, even enticing me with promises of a future of doctors and lawyers, but I held firm that it wouldn't be a good idea. They were sad, of course, and I am pretty sure that Shawn called me a party pooper. Well, maybe it was just pooper. Whatever, boys, your mommy is too old for adventures like that now-a-days. :-)
Anyway, we headed to the event just after a nice long nap. I figured that they'd be in a good enough mood that we'd be able to stay at the event for about an hour before a melt down occurred. I was so wrong. An hour wasn't long enough for our boys. They talked me into hanging out with the gang for a full three and a half hours!
They worked their charm on my co-workers.
They chatted and told everyone, "Hi!"
They grooved to the music.
They ate donuts.
They let everyone hold them and gave out hugs. (which I am so relieved about--this was the first time many of the girls from work had the chance to meet the boys. They haven't said it, but I think some of them were starting to think the boys only lived on my computer!)
Jason had a fantastic time walking the track with Debbie, Judy's daughter, who I have since dubbed the "Baby Whisperer."
Jason even managed to do a little track walking...er, um crawling...himself!
They absolutely loved it! Frankly, I think they were more than a little disappointed when we left. (and I swear I heard something that sounded a lot like 'pooper' whispered under someone's breath on the way home, although I am not completely sure)
The only consolation I could give them was to promise that we'd do it all again next year. :-)
So thank you to Veronica and Judy, our fearless team captains, and everyone else we got the chance to hang out with that day. We had a really great time!
For those of you who don't know what this is, at Relay, teams of people camp out at the local high school and take turns walking (or running I suppose, but that sounds like crazy talk) around the track. The goal of our team, Sole Patrol, is to have a member on the track at all times during the 24 hour event.
The dynamic duo is always a pair to lend their help to a good cause, and they insisted we continue the tradition started before they were born. I have to tell you that they begged and pleaded to stay the whole twenty-four hours. They tried all they could to get me to agree, even enticing me with promises of a future of doctors and lawyers, but I held firm that it wouldn't be a good idea. They were sad, of course, and I am pretty sure that Shawn called me a party pooper. Well, maybe it was just pooper. Whatever, boys, your mommy is too old for adventures like that now-a-days. :-)
Anyway, we headed to the event just after a nice long nap. I figured that they'd be in a good enough mood that we'd be able to stay at the event for about an hour before a melt down occurred. I was so wrong. An hour wasn't long enough for our boys. They talked me into hanging out with the gang for a full three and a half hours!
They worked their charm on my co-workers.
They chatted and told everyone, "Hi!"
They grooved to the music.
They ate donuts.
They let everyone hold them and gave out hugs. (which I am so relieved about--this was the first time many of the girls from work had the chance to meet the boys. They haven't said it, but I think some of them were starting to think the boys only lived on my computer!)
Jason had a fantastic time walking the track with Debbie, Judy's daughter, who I have since dubbed the "Baby Whisperer."
Jason even managed to do a little track walking...er, um crawling...himself!
They absolutely loved it! Frankly, I think they were more than a little disappointed when we left. (and I swear I heard something that sounded a lot like 'pooper' whispered under someone's breath on the way home, although I am not completely sure)
The only consolation I could give them was to promise that we'd do it all again next year. :-)
So thank you to Veronica and Judy, our fearless team captains, and everyone else we got the chance to hang out with that day. We had a really great time!
We've arrived!
Martha and Shawn cheesing it up for the camera.
A little peek at the camp site with Samantha, Savannah, Judy, and Mona.
Mona and Jason
Daddy and Jason
Mona and Vicki. It was a little chilly that day. Can you tell? :-)
Group shot!
Mommy and Jason trying on some new shades.
Our team on the track--Judy, Samantha, and Savannah
Veronica and Shirley
Debbie and Jason
Martha giving Shawn a good snuggle and a slurbert!
Jason's turn on the track. He wants to thank Martha for giving him a hand...or two!
Shawny doesn't want to go...
Martha and Lori
Julianne, Martha, and Debbie
Our team's luminarias
