Like everyone else in the US, we were super excited about the eclipse. I've always been a space nerd and was thrilled to get to share this with my kids. We were only at 80% coverage, but it was still pretty cool! We went a local observatory where many local stargazers brought their telescopes for people to look through.
We got there nice and early to meet up with friends. Well, everyone else met up with friends. I got to sit in the van with Elise, who had fallen asleep. She never naps for long in the van...except that day. It was about an hour when we finally emerged and got to join the fun!
I didn't have a cool camera, so this is the eclipse via my cell camera
with eclipse glasses over the lens:
Impressive, I know.
Next time we're going to Dallas for totality.
After 7 years of Singing Time I was released. I was ready, but also not. I really did love my time in there. Just a couple more years and I would have seen some of those kids go all the way through Primary! But I didn't cry on my last day. We won't talk about the good cry I had earlier that week as I drove home and thought about not being in there anymore...
But change is good, and I'm now working with the Activity Day girls! I LOVE Diana, my co-leader, and we have a great group of girls (around 11 total). Our first activity was a doozy: visiting a local beekeeper.
Not sure what I was expecting, but this was WAY more up close and personal than I anticipated. Bees and I don't have the best relationship, so I was wary. Thankfully the girls were (for the most part) excited and totally fine with having bees shoved in their faces.
Notice Aaron on the front row? I had all four kids with me.
Aaron was enthralled. I had to restrain him from sticking his face in the honeycomb several times.
He seriously put these combs inches away from their faces:
Despite his assurances that he had never had anyone get stung before, we had a few rogue bees that caused some terror. I flicked one off Elise's wrist just before it was about to sting. Another little boy had one stuck on his collar. And then there was poor Seth, who didn't realize that the itching by his ear was a bee and tried to scratch it. He got stung on his earlobe. I was so proud of his tough facade, even though I could tell it hurt. If he had panicked the girls would have panicked and the whole activity would have been over. But he just stood there and let me pull out the stinger and put anti-histamine cream on it and then was fine.
It was a fascinating experience, but not one I feel the need to repeat anytime soon!


















































