Be a sister to every Girl Scout: Australian edition

We had the good fortune to host a traveling, homeschooling, scouting family from Australia at our Girl Scout meeting last week. The girls are Junior and Brownie age, and their dad is a troop leader. Though perhaps he is a "pack" leader as their scouting experience is co-ed...but never mind, the important thing is that we got together for what we called a "Sharing Sisterhood" meeting.

17 Girl Scouts, 2 Australian Scouts, 3 leaders, a few moms, and baby siblings attended "Sharing Sisterhood."

The general idea was to share songs, games, and snacks from our different scouting traditions. My troop's choices seemed to follow a theme: bananas! Or, as the Aussies say, bah-nah-nahs. The girls had chosen two action songs, "There's no bananas in the sky" and "Peel banana." They had voted also to build a campfire instead of go on a hike, and to make banana boats instead of s'mores.

The visiting girls shared an Australian classic, "Kookaburra," which is popular in the US. One verse was new to us, and made us all laugh:

Kookaburra sits on the electric wire,

Jumping up and down with his tail on fire.

Ouch, kookaburra, ouch, kookaburra,

Hot your tail must be.

They taught us to sing it as a round, which we had not done before. 

I asked for clarification about the pronunciation of the bird's name: that first syllable is more like "cook" (rhyming with book, look, and took) than "kook" as in going bananas. Speaking of which, that crazy bird has a fabulous, hooting guffaw, which the Aussie dad demonstrated for us.

The Australian scouts also shared a game they learned from Italian scouts in Venice which, oddly enough, is a traditional English one. The song is "Do you know the muffin man?" played as a circle game. Most of my girls knew the words and tune, but the game was new to us, and was appropriately kooky and fun.

Next up was the Yes/No game, the source of which I can't remember. It's a good icebreaker and get-to-know-you game that gets kids moving. We mark one spot as "Yes" and another spot as "No" and place the "caller" in between. The caller shouts a question, and girls run to the appropriate spots to indicate their answers. For example, "Do you have a brother?" followed by "Have you traveled out of the country?" followed by "Do you have a pet?" gets the girls running back and forth. The girls often take turns in the role of caller, and sometimes even the quietest girl gets in on it when she asks someone else to shout out her question.

After these activities, we assembled our banana boats and put them in the coals of the campfire that Taryn and her new Aussie friend had built before the meeting. While the snack cooked, one of my co-leaders played guitar and led the group in a couple of songs.

Some music to pass the time

It was important to remember where you put your banana boat!

Messy banana boats!

After cleaning up, the Australian family shared pictures of their backyard wildlife: koalas, kangaroos, and goannas. In their picture, the goanna had found its way into their bathtub, and was not outside where he belonged!

To officially end the meeting, we got in a circle and did the "Weave," which has replaced a friendship squeeze as my troop's favorite closing activity. We gave each of the visiting girls a card that the troop had signed, a patch, and a bookmark with the Girl Scout Law and Promise. The Australians gave our girls patches, too!

Our council's new patch is so pretty!

There was some free form play, of course, given the setting. It was the warmest day of the season (up to that point!) and we were in a clearing in the forest beside a creek near a teepee. Some girls may have gone home with wet feet and mud on their clothes. We all smelled of campfire, I'm sure. To me, those are signs of a good meeting.

Taryn and her new friend

My favorite part of the day was making these new friendships. The connection is definitely not a one time deal! My girls found kindred spirits in the Australian girls, and they have exchanged emails and photos since our Sharing Sisterhood meeting. Beyond that, my family met up with them again to enjoy the cherry blossoms downtown -- but that is another blog post.

This event was one of my favorite moments in our troop's year! It gave the girls an opportunity to reflect on their favorite parts of scouting, and they were happy and enthusiastic to share them. All in all, I'm so happy that our troop embraced the opportunity to live out that last, but not least, line of the Girl Scout Law:

Be a sister to every Girl Scout.

Planning a Court of Awards: "Ask the girls!"

If you are a Girl Scout, have been a Girl Scout, or have a daughter who is a Girl Scout, you will recognize that the Court of Awards is an important event. Even if you have no affiliation with the Girl Scouts, the name makes that clear. Our girls planned out their most recent Court of Awards, and it was the most charming, sweet, and unique party. No perfection required.

From decorations to food to opening ceremony, the girls decided how they wanted to celebrate their accomplishments, and gave themselves the assignments for how to contribute to the party. For the first time, all my co-leader and I had to do to prepare for the event was get the awards ready. The girls did the rest.

A selection of awards, badges, and patches the girls earned

At the planning meeting, the decorations patrol came up with the idea of making garlands from materials they already had at home. The results were really cute, from paper chains, to green and white tassels, to G-I-R-L-S-C-O-U-T-S spelled out on "badges," to chains of paper dolls.

Decorations over the fireplace

High fiving for a job well done

The ceremony patrol planned a traditional opening with a surprise twist. After the seriousness of saluting the flag and reciting the Girl Scout promise, they would break into song and throw confetti. Their "homework" for the party was to make a bag of confetti (using materials from home, natch), and to cut out paper bananas to throw, because, as the song goes, "There's No Bananas in the Sky."

Banana on the floor, not in the sky

The food committee was kind of funny -- if there was a theme, it was "bring something you like." Their table had fruit, veggies and dip, oatmeal cookies, potato chips, and Doritos, so it turned out well. One thing we will work on next time is being more allergy-friendly. When the grown-ups do the planning, it is a lot easier to make sure all the food is safe for all the girls. For this celebration, we made sure to send the girls with allergies through the line first to avoid cross-contamination of safe with unsafe foods.

Good selection of party food

The day of the Court of Awards was cold, and a fresh blanket of snow covered the camp. Our car was the first to drive in, and we followed animal tracks up the road, leaving our tire tracks behind. The girls and I built a fire in the lodge, turned up the thermostat, and did not have long to wait before friends showed up.

As the meeting started, the patrols cycled through stations: getting ready for the party, working on the World Thinking Day poster about Pakistan, and making posters for their cookie booths.

The ceremony went smoothly, the party was fun, and everyone helped to clean up! I'm so proud of the girls and their all their accomplishments.

That was fun!

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Bonus feature:  I wrote this up to help the troop parents and others in our Service Unit.

Where do all those awards, badges, and patches go?

Quick answer:  Awards on the front of the uniform, patches on the back.

When in doubt, consult The Girl’s Guide to Girl Scouting, or visit this website: http://www.girlscouts.org/program/basics/for_volunteers/where_to_place/

Long answer (with lots of important details):

Journey awards receive prominent display on the uniform. On a vest, they go on the left front (same side as the membership pin), near the bottom edge. On a sash, they go on the front underneath the other insignia.

Badges also go on the front of the uniform. On a vest, they go on the right front (same side as the troop insignia) applied from the bottom edge up. On a sash, they go below any Journey awards.

• Girls should be able to talk about some of the things they did to earn any badge on their uniform.
• Girls who regularly attend troop meetings and events will earn badges along the way.
• Some girls enjoy working on badges on their own, and will have lots of badges on their uniforms.
• If your daughter needs guidance about how to earn a badge, please talk to a troop leader. She will be happy to help you out!

Patches always go on the back of the uniform. Generally these are given to recognize a girl’s participation in events, because sometimes just showing up is hard! Encouraging girls to honor commitments is why our troop gives participation patches. Visit http://www.girlscoutsnyc.org/blog?p=223 to read about why one Ambassador Girl Scout is proud of her participation patches.

The Honor Troop patch is an exception, as it is an earned award that goes on the back of the uniform. The Council recognizes troops that go out into the world and do what Girl Scouts do, like community service, going on fun trips, doing outdoor activities, and selling cookies. For the application, see: http://www.gscnc.org/files/pdf/leader/c310.pdf

• Place this patch in a prominent place on the back of the uniform.
• Leave room for the “rocker patches” that indicate the year of the award.
• This patch will move from uniform to uniform as the girls grow through the program. Girls who “fly up” from Brownies to Juniors, for example, will remove the patch from the one uniform to place on the other.

The Early Bird patch is another award the troop earns. Before the end of the school year, we start making plans for the next one. When we commit to each other (and to the Council) that our troop will be active and ready to have fun in September, we earn this award.

• At least half of the current troop needs to register early.
• Girls who register early earn the award and a rocker patch for the year.
• Follow the guidelines as for Honor Troop when you place your Early Bird patch.

Rain, Mud, and Sugar Cookies

Five muddy miles, done!

It's been raining here for five days straight. A tropical storm and a nor'easter met in the skies above us and decided to settle down together. Waves of rain slosh down, dreary skies become the norm, and the kids don't want to leave the house.

The girls say they don't want to go outside and stomp in puddles because they don't have rain boots. When did they start to care about keeping their feet dry? These girls used to stomp in puddles all over town, in the least appropriate footwear.

For entertainment, Taryn has been baking treats. She googled a recipe, and, on her first try, made the best brownies ever to come out of our oven. Next up were "green velvet" cake pops. I took a turn with "apple pie" muffins, which were meant for breakfast but didn't last that long. Today, she and a friend made sugar cookies with orange icing and black sprinkles.

I think I haven't been setting a good example. I didn't run outside in Thursday evening's deluge, choosing the treadmill, a DVRed episode of Top Chef, and dry feet instead. In fact, our only outside time has been the dash from house to car, to library/dentist/friend's house, back to car, back to house.

If a race hadn't been on my calendar, I wouldn't have gone out into the weather this morning, either. I would have missed out. In the woods, I felt like a kid again. I got my feet soaking wet, I was covered in mud, and I loved it. Seriously, [I am addressing you, Taryn and Kathy] you don't need rain boots if you want to get wet.

At home, I hosed down before leaving for the dry sauna at the gym. The cold had a good grip on my toes and fingers, and was hard to shake off, even in 175 degrees. I baked myself in that cedar paneled room and thought about what made this morning's race so fun. Being on home turf was easier than driving an hour to the starting line. The camaraderie on the trail was great, with two friends in the race with me, and another volunteering at an aid station along the way.

But the secret ingredient? The special sauce was the experience of sloppy mud, the shining rocks, the flowing creek, the sound of wind in wet leaves. All thanks to the rain.

On the next rainy day, Taryn and Kathy, let's go on a walk with the intention of getting wet. I will make you hot chocolate when we get home, and you won't miss having rain boots.

Cats happen

Reader beware: For animal lovers only. The following post contains sappy memories and mild anthropomorphism.

I adopted my cat, Peanut, when I was in grad school. My then soon-to-be-ex boyfriend sputtered, "Why did you do that without asking me if I like cats?" I learned something valuable with that conversation, that any partner of mine would have to take a package deal: me and my cat.

After we got married, Zed (who doesn't love animals but tolerates them) and I rescued a cat whose sister was adopted without her. Miss Parker and Peanut became friends in their own cat way. When our first baby arrived, Miss Parker became a nanny cat, and protected Taryn from Peanut, who kept trying to head-butt our infant.

Miss Parker taking her turn watching infant Taryn.

Taryn pulled herself up and surprised Peanut.

Years later, after the deaths of these much loved feline family members, I promised myself that I was done with pets. It is too heartbreaking to say goodbye to these little souls. Miss Parker had feline leukemia and died too soon. Peanut stayed with us for a good, long time, but her kidneys eventually failed, and all four of us were devastated after her death.

No more cats. 

That arrangement lasted for four months, until a cat arrived in our lives: we agreed to foster a stray who had wandered through my friend's neighborhood for a while. Fostering turned into forever after Taryn and Kathy fell in love with Eli. I loved him, too, but I let the girls mount a campaign to talk their daddy into keeping the cat. It's harder for him to say no to them than to me!

One cat was enough.

Then our dear friends announced they were moving out of state and needed some help. Could we watch their cat for a couple of weeks until their house was sold? It was fun to have a second kitty in the house. Eli followed Ginger around, trying to get her to pay attention to him. When she drank from the bath faucet, he sat on the side of the tub and watched. When she left the room, he left too. When the canned food was good enough for her, it was suddenly good enough for previously picky Eli. Ginger charmed the humans, as well. She rearranged the girls' stuffed toys, leaving them in a pile on the landing. She howled in the night, perhaps a love song to the toys she had herded. Our friends moved away* and took Ginger with them.

We missed that second cat.

Our solution was to adopt two kittens. The older one was the last of his litter to be adopted -- saving the best for last -- and the younger one was that rare cat singleton. Tank and Rascal became brothers in their foster home, and wanted to stay together. They fit right in with Eli, who, at seven years old, is experiencing a second kittenhood. He rumbles with his new brothers, chasing them up the stairs and being chased back down. He grooms them and cuddles with them. He wrestles with them and is generally gentle.

Tank, Rascal, and Eli love their wet food.

Three cats watch the falling leaves together.

So now we have three cats. 

Our spending at PetSmart has, predictably enough, increased. The vet bill is only slightly horrifying. The girls are thrilled. Zed reminds me that it is my turn to clean the four litter boxes. 

I woke up last night with three cats keeping me warm. I'm pretty sure they just wanted to wake me up to feed them, but I am choosing to believe they were purring their love for me.

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*We miss our friends, too! But that would be a separate post.