There are other things I should be doing like oh, I don’t know, showering. Basic things. We’re staying close to home today, recuperating from a couple of weeks packed with activities, parties, appointments, and playdates. But I’m thinking about the nice hike through the canyon near our home on Sunday and how it refreshed me and readied me for a new week.
I’m not always thrilled when my husband announces on Sundays, “Let’s go! We’re all going for a walk!” I sometimes respond with, “You’re not the boss of me.” I’m very mature like that.
Headed to the canyon. Munchie suggested mommy wear matching shorts. Um, no one wants to see mommy in white biker shorts, hun.
I like my Sundays. They’re commitment free; I clean, plan our meals for the week, do a lot of puttering around. Not always in the mood for things like exercise and fresh air. And, in my opinion, it should be raining in early March. Not 85 degrees. So I was a little crabby about that. But after I begrudgingly laced up my running shoes while sighing loudly (anyone hear that? no? another louder sigh) and headed out that door, I felt my crabby mood leaving me instantly. The warm sun felt good on my face. Darn it.
Picking flowers along the way
We have arrived!
Searching for the perfect reed so daddy can help make a lizard catcher
Found one! And now to concentrate and create…
Whee! The catcher is complete, time to nab a lizard. Unfortunately, they weren’t soaking up the sun today so we just practiced the noose on mommy’s fingers.
And tried to poke Duke with it.
Come on, slow pokes! We’re almost to the park!
Singing and marching along
It ended up being a lovely day even with the fresh air in my lungs. Sometimes having my husband boss me around is good for me. Shh.