This afternoon was so beautiful, absolutely perfect blue sky and crisp, cool air. While we finished up a walk around the lake, I suggested that we continue to enjoy the beauty of the day with a dinner picnic for our family night. The sun was close to setting by the time we returned home, but I enthusiastically threw together our traditional picnic fare: boiled eggs, bean dip and chips, and some cold fruit and veggies. After dragging out a big blanket and some jackets, we sat down to enjoy our meal.
Even with Daddy being out of town, the kids were excited to eat outside.
But it didn't take long before we realized that we were COLD.
We stuck it out for a few more minutes and then retreated back indoors. The sky promptly turned dark.
As inspired as I get to do special things for my family, this kind of thing is pretty typical. You know: big effort to set an idea in motion, small return on investment.
At least the kids didn't miss the allusion to
The Bears' Picnic: "Hey Mom! We're just like the Bears!" "Yeah, but they had rain and mosquitoes and we just have
cold!" So we said together as we retreated to the warm house:
"I'll find the perfect place to eat.
I'll find a spot that can't be beat.
The finest spot you've ever seen.
Now that is the kind of place I mean!"
1 comment:
megan, i remember reading that book so many times to the boys!.....oh, those bears taught us so many good lessons!..... you know your sweet kids have good memories of their too-cold-outside-eat-at-home picnic!!
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