Boo came home from school on Friday with a little Spiderman pencil sharpener. Who knew that something so simple could be so amusing? After three days of sharpening, every pencil in our house is nicely pointed... and our carpet terribly littered with shavings.Friday afternoon was golden and mild so the boys and I headed to a sprawling park on the outskirts of town. As we hiked and explored I realized afresh how much little boys crave and enjoy adventure. For several happy hours we were explorers. Seeing their smiles and sparkling eyes was enough to remind me that we should seek out simple adventures more often.
The professor pitched our camping tent in the backyard on Saturday... all manner of pretend and fun followed. And then, a campfire dinner. It was a nice way to bid goodbye to our long afternoons as we "fell back" later that night.
And now it is Sunday evening. Tukes drew a picture of a purple and orange jellyfish while I cooked bacon and scrambled eggs for dinner. Boo stapled. {Obviously he's into office supplies right now.} After dinner the pencil shavings were vacuumed up and the tent packed away. I sensed a melancholy come over us, a Sunday evening slump, as the sun set and we acknowledged the full week ahead of us.
We've a few hours of weekend left to savor. I think that now I will curl up with Miss Read and enjoy her quiet life in Fairacre. Goodnight.
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