My Pathfinder (Does this mean we should - theoretically - never get lost again?)

Once again, I am so proud of my LT. He got into Pathfinder school here at Ft Campbell, studied his BUTT off for 3 weeks straight, passed his tests, enjoyed himself, and graduated today. It makes my heart happy to see him so happy.

Whheeeeeeeerrrrrrreeeee's Waldo?

Obviously, I knew he could do it all along.

There he is :)

 After all, it's a lot of math, and he's always quick to give me the cost-per-ounce/gram/liter breakdown at the grocery store. (I thoroughly stink at math.)

Sammy's really proud of him too (although he wasn't in the mood for photos).

And he won't say it to Steve, but he's happy to have his bathtime buddy back.

No, that's a screaming baby, not a laughing one. Bathtime is not a happy time of day around here. I know his face is deceiving. 

This is more like it.