The first thing in this Scout-heavy Saturday was the Stop Hunger Now project at the church where our two Girl Scout troops meet. Chloë, Sophia and I headed over there first thing in the morning and stood around for a while until we figured out what we were supposed to be doing. And then, I think, we and the (fellow Scout) team we were on were a force to be reckoned with! For three hours, we scooped rice, TVP and dried veggies, and measured, weighed, and vacuum-sealed. We went as fast as we could. In the end, I think the church-goers and we put together more than 30,000 bags of food for the world's hungry. It was an awesome, humbling experience.
The elderly lady who was on our team, along with her dear husband, made a point of finding out my girls' names, and mine. She told me on several separate occasions what a pleasure they were to work with, what lovely manners they had, and how hard they worked. I was very proud. Both of them stuck to it for the duration and never complained. They had a job to do, and they did it. Chloë enjoyed it so well, she asked if we could do it again next year. But of course!
Chloë's troop leader's two younger daughters were there (the younger of whom is one of my Daisies, the older a fellow Junior), along with another Junior from their troop. They posed for a quick picture after the hard work, and then Troop Leader brought us all home. It was a great, great start to the day for us girls.
Meanwhile, at another nearby church, this handsome young lad was waiting with his daddy for the District-level Pinewood Derby race, for Cub Scouts. He had taken First Place in his Den and (I think but keep forgetting) Second in the Pack, so it was on to the Districts for Jack today. Unfortunately, the girls and I were busy with the hunger project, so we weren't there to cheer on our favorite Little Buddy, but we were with him in spirit. And check it out:
A picture speaks a thousand words, eh?
That's right, baby!! Woohoo, go Jack!!!!
After the boys rushed home from the District race - which wasn't entirely over yet, because they had to be back at 2 PM for the Finals (and it was already about noon) - we all went over to our Girl Scout cookie chair's house to pick up the goods for our booth sale at a somewhat distant grocery store. Sophia and Jack sat in the van and watched movies with Daddy while Chloë and I ran the booth. And that girl can SELL some cookies!!! She is a natural-born cookie saleswoman. It doesn't hurt that many people find her too cute to resist, but she really does not rely on that. Her booth manners are impeccable, and her charm is undeniable. She sold a ton of cookies compared to what we expected!
As soon as our reinforcements arrived to the booth, I counted down the inventory and took off with my crew. We made it back to the District Finals with ONE minute to spare. Whew!!! When we walked in, there was a chorus of, "There he is! He made it!" all around the room. I was so relieved he didn't have to forfeit, even though he had already advanced to the Council-level race by virtue of placing in the finals.
The finals were fast and furious, and they were over before I knew what hit me! Jack kept rubbing off the graphite that his daddy had just put on the car, and that may have had something to do with his 11th-of-15 place finish. No worries. They'll have time to tinker with it before the Council race, and anyway, he was already happy to have gotten a third trophy for the 2011 race.
We're gotta need a bigger mantel!
After Districts ended, we raced back across town to recover the cookies and funds from the booth I'd earlier abandoned, because I needed to do inventory again and because I needed the cookies for tomorrow's booth with Sophia. There, I discovered that I'd goofed on the beginning inventory for the second shift who replaced us, writing down the numbers we SOLD instead of what we had LEFT. Oops. I explained to the dad there that it was a hectic day, but I also admitted I'd be lying if I said I wasn't always this scatter-brained!
After we got home, Chloë and I spent the next umpteen hours delivering all the cookies she and Sophia had sold, and we got more orders in the process. My GPS wasn't picking up a signal, and I got lost for well over an hour. That wasn't fun. Quite not fun. But we made it home alive and look, here I've lived to tell the tale.
And tomorrow, we begin again.
For Monday, because it starts with "M," Chloë has requested we study all "M" things: Math, Music, and ... "Muppets?" I suggested. No. Maps. Silly Mommy.