Nailed It
Lessee – on last week’s to-do
list over spring break: Make Every Minute Count.
How’d we do?
We biked. A lot. (More on that later). We ice skated. We ate copious amounts of ice cream.
Maybe some parks? Hit one park with a little cousin, another park with an in-from-out-of-town cousin, stopped at a park on our big bike ride.
Plus a good afternoon at our used bookstore, spending the last of our Christmas gift cards, and several days spent constructing elaborate games with the Thomas the Train set brought down from the attic and the Little People collections dusted off from storage.
And then let’s not forget our long weekend in a cabin in the woods on a working farm: we collected eggs from the chickens, fished a LOT, played in the lake a LOT, roasted marshmellows and made s’mores, stayed up late playing games, slept in, ran wild, read all our new books, and never turned on the television. The girls spent HOURS in the lake catching minnows with their bare hands and filling buckets with their new “habitats”. They played with the farmer’s two-year-old grandson, gaped at a fox caught literally in the henhouse, and helped feed the pet zebra. We paddle boated, splashed in a canoe, dozed on the front porch swing, and completely ignored any clocks.
In short, we conquered that to-do list. Boo-yah.
How’d we do?
We biked. A lot. (More on that later). We ice skated. We ate copious amounts of ice cream.
Maybe some parks? Hit one park with a little cousin, another park with an in-from-out-of-town cousin, stopped at a park on our big bike ride.
Plus a good afternoon at our used bookstore, spending the last of our Christmas gift cards, and several days spent constructing elaborate games with the Thomas the Train set brought down from the attic and the Little People collections dusted off from storage.
And then let’s not forget our long weekend in a cabin in the woods on a working farm: we collected eggs from the chickens, fished a LOT, played in the lake a LOT, roasted marshmellows and made s’mores, stayed up late playing games, slept in, ran wild, read all our new books, and never turned on the television. The girls spent HOURS in the lake catching minnows with their bare hands and filling buckets with their new “habitats”. They played with the farmer’s two-year-old grandson, gaped at a fox caught literally in the henhouse, and helped feed the pet zebra. We paddle boated, splashed in a canoe, dozed on the front porch swing, and completely ignored any clocks.
In short, we conquered that to-do list. Boo-yah.
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