I have discovered that Friday is not my day. By Friday I have been with the kids for 5 straight days. I am tired, cranky and not very patient. Staying home makes things worse. By Friday I tend to see the pile of laundry, dishes or other chores around the house as more important than the kids. Friday just wasn't working for us.
So I declared a new holiday: Friday Fun Day. It is magnificent! We get out of the house as soon as possible after Lilly's am nap. That means that I am packing a picnic lunch instead of cleaning the bathroom. It means I only do the breakfast dishes, or not. It means we go to Yogurt Land for a treat, or In and Out for lunch. It means we take our time, and spend the whole afternoon out. It means a meandering hike, or hours at the park. It means a special day just for the 4 of us.
We begin discussing ideas for FFD on Thursday and I let the boys pick what we will do. They get pretty excited about it. I love how we can take something as simple as giving a day a new name, and it turns into an adventure. I am a firm believer in elevating the everyday. And with 2 FFDs under my belt, I am a firm believer in them, too. I return so refreshed. Instead of spending the day fed up and begrudging the time I have given to my children all week, I am fully present and spend the day enjoying them. Revolutionary thought, I know. But, it is working for me.
2 weeks ago we celebrated the inaugural FFD at El Dorado Nature Center. It is one of our most favorite places, so it was a fitting place to begin. We love the turtles sunning as we walk in across the bridge.
We love collecting lots of sticks and hanging out on all the bridges and pretending to fish. Creeks and sticks are two of God's gifts to little boys.
We were all hanging out on one of the bridges. The boys were busily playing pooh sticks while I nursed Lilly. Every so often a trio of ducks would come floating down the stream, and when they came to our bridge, they'd climb out, waddle across the path and get back into the water. The bridges are too low for them to swim under, so they get out. They pretty much ignored us. It is mating season, so the boy ducks are focused on the girls ducks and the girl ducks are focused on getting away from the boy ducks. Anyway, the boy ducks were trying to show off and would do some wild antics every now and then. Often this entailed stretching out their wings and quacking loudly.
As another trio floated toward us, the boys leaned way over the bridge, rather close to the ducks. And then, the 2 boy ducks, stretched both wings and necks, and quacking fiercely, flew right at the boys heads. I screamed like a crazy lady, jumped up with Lilly attached to me and ran to protect my boys.
By that time, the ducks had settled quietly in the water on the other side of the bridge and were floating away. Oh. I guess they just felt like flying over the bridge instead of walking around it. They weren't attacking my sons. Whew!
Boy did we have a long laugh after that one. I screamed loud. It was funny. It actually took James a few minutes to decide he wasn't scared. Those ducks did come awfully close to their heads. For the rest of the hike, he gave ducks a wide berth. If he grows up with a fear of ducks, I wouldn't be surprised.
1 comment:
LOVE It! All of it! Great idea! I may steal it from you! I have the same cranky Friday issue! When I was "on air" I used to always say "Happy Friday" lately I wonder where it went! Now maybe I can bring it back! You're such an inspiration! ;) Love you! CBT#2
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