Missy has been dropping a few hints lately that I should blog more often. Some subtle, others…not so subtle:
The thing is, we didn’t set out to make this past weekend blog-worth by any means. Heck, as of 8:00PM last Thursday night we had absolutely no plans. Like…zero.
But how does that silly old cliché go? “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” …or something to that effect. Well, I suppose this weekend was one of those “life is happening” weekends…which makes no sense now that I’ve typed it, but I hope you’re starting catch my drift.
Saturday morning, Missy took the girls swimming, and I chopped wood in preparation for (hopefully) a slew of fall bonfires now that the weather is cool enough at night to enjoy them.
No seriously, that’s all I did for almost two hours straight. And it was awesome.
All week long I had been nursing my dad’s old chainsaw back to running condition…after having if officially handed down to me earlier this summer. I had stripped it down, cleaned the parts, and replaced the spark plug with many helping hands along the way…
…and it finally fired up Friday evening! I know that all sounds like such a trivial thing, but I was able to trim up some overgrown trees and cut a few massive logs down to a usable size…a chore that has been on my to-do list for ages.
The one “plan” we did make (for continuity’s sake, we can pretend that we made it after 8:00 Thursday night) was an evening out with the entire family to celebrate Grandma Peg’s 86th birthday. Which is an awesome thing to be celebrating!
And I was dreading it.
See, up until this point in our children’s lives, our restaurant experience with the whole crew in tow has been 99-cent kids meal night at the local grocery store. Even with its buffet style lines and communal seating, I’m still an anxious mess, uttering “hushes” and “sit stills” every other sentence. I could not imagine wrangling the heard at nice, credible dining establishment.
Yet we went forth into the unknown, sweating bullets behind a soft smile. After all, you only turn 86 once.
And you know what? They. Were. Amazing.
BYOB now officially stands for Bring Your Own Bib 😉
For almost two hours they were as close to perfect as three four-year-olds and a two year old can be. At least half a dozen random strangers came up during the meal to give us their compliments.
Naturally, a well-deserved sunset trip to Gray’s Lake Park to stretch out eight antsy legs…
…was in order to cap off the perfect evening.
Sunday was a huge do-nothing day…and by do nothing I mean that I mean we got a ton of stuff done (and had a ton of fun in the process).
Like painting the playhouse…
…picking apples across the street…
…and get this: helping our neighbors with the honey harvest!
I jumped right in to help, and while the process was entertaining enough for to hold the girls’ attention for a while…
…I think they especially enjoyed playing the part of Quality Control!
And yes, that is a mural of Starry Night painted on their basement wall. How cool is that?!
Our hearts were full by the time Miss & I settled in to bed Sunday night. I’m so blessed to have such great kids…and so thankful to share these experiences with them.