In January, Noah's car (his first wooden one) raced at the pinewood derby. His car came in first place for his den. He was so proud. He's the third from the right - the only one not wearing a neckerchief. (Again looking at you Nick.)
In February he sold tickets for the spaghetti dinner fundraiser and attended church in his scout uniform to earn his Scout Sunday patch. He was only one of three to earn that patch, so they had a special recognition for them.
Later that day at Pack Night we had a cake fundraiser. I didn't realize it was supposed to be a themed cake until the day prior, so I had to think of something quick to do to my applesauce cake that I had already made. I finally decided to make it a MAPplesauce cake (because maps and scouts I guess?), but then quickly realized I still didn't know what to do to it. At the last second while wandering Michaels I bumped into an America mold on an endcap and the rest is history.
Noah helped make the batter.
Not too bad, only missing a couple states.
And voila. I didn't ice the map part because I figured it would cover up some of the charm. The rest of the batter we made into cupcakes and they were super tasty. I hope whomever bought our cake enjoyed it as much as we did.
Charlotte was super sad when someone bought our cake.
Nick and the boys also went on the spring camp out and Nick somehow convinced Noah to do the zip line. Well, he promised him he would get a patch if he did it, so flash forward to the next day when I had to find a patch online to buy him.
Just like the previous year, he walked to the center of the bridge and called his name.
The boys attended the June hike and Noah got super close to having enough miles to earn his walking stick. Wyatt also began tallying his own miles.
They stopped briefly to say hello to this little hiking dog.
Their Den had their final meeting for the year at a nearby park. Noah loved playing kick the can and even brought the can home with him. Wyatt, again, made sure he had his Lion shirt on for the event.
Finally, we stopped by one of the town's Wednesday movie nights to represent the pack. It was a bit of a chilly one, but that didn't stop Wyatt from being Wyatt. Or Charlotte from eating a giant pretzel.





































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