Sunday was a throwback to ‘old times’ – before sports and Boy Scout camping trips and teens with their own agendas took over. It used to be that Dennis and I packed a cooler and packed up the kids and drove to one or more locations with amorphous plans. We have not had a good, old-fashioned family picnic in a very long time. But we did yesterday.
We ended up in Allamuchy Mountain State Park, as Gavin had some Boy Scout business to attend to. Nearby, was the crazy-scenic Waterloo Village. I’d love to return when the historic happenings are in full swing.
It was a beautiful walk – with only one complainer.
There was also a request to fish. So we did in a nearby lake.
These pictures make it look quaint. It wasn’t. There were tangled lines and catching weeds and children yelling ‘help’ every 3 seconds. Dennis wanted to know if I got nice pictures because we won’t be doing this again 😉
This issue of Sunday Scenes is the first of the ‘summery’ edition. Knowing there are many more to come make my heart happy, and my toes warm.
If the day starts out with me, myself, my sneakers and I – it’s got to be good, good, good.
Sean, who resides in a ‘big boy’ world, very rarely gets to participate in ‘little boy’ activities. So a Lego-themed, family party for a younger cousin was really nice for him. A minifig cookie made the day truly ‘sweet’.
You know how I hang out at the hockey rink to watch my boys play? This is the usual view. I watch. Through a fence. Just like that.
I forgot to tote my camera with me, so my iphone had to suffice.
Do what you can, with what you’ve got. All of the time.
I know sometimes I complain – about being ‘sick & tired’, but this week, I am truly sick and if you know me well, I don’t ‘do’ tired, but I am exhausted. Exhausted to the point I am avoiding the stairs in the house because they make me wheeze. It started with fevers and serious bodyaches and now I’m stuck here in some type of illness-limbo where I don’t need to be in bed, but I am not much use at all.
At least I can type.
Sunday was what? Boring and filled with an exceptional amount of effort exerted on breathing.
His spot, his perch, his office – it’s just what he does 🙂
I bought these little beauties to do some science with Sean. Now they are earning their keep. Sweet things.
This is what is keeping me from passing out from lack of air. 🙁
Gavin stayed up all night at a ‘hackathon’. Good stuff. What he saw, heard and learned was amazing. I am glad this little geek had a great time here.
Hess toys never fail to please in this house.
Sean knows exactly how much you love him by the amount of time you are willing to devote to board games, cards games and dice games. I know he is in need of attention, as I have been mostly in bed or on the couch for days. That does not work for my kids in the least.
Here’s to hoping the rest of week brings improvement. By improvement, I mean better oxygenation, warmth and sunshine and something fun. Anything fun. I like fun. I don’t like wheezing.
I hear it’s Spring. I am still waiting. These scenes make me grateful – it is an awesome exercise. Sunday included incidents that were less than stellar – including hauling a kicking, screaming and biting 6 year-old out of the hockey rink. But, when I review and then construct a post like this I realize that it is good. Really good. Mostly.
The wisdom of hockey stick taping being passed down
And it starts…
Father and son moment
Brotherly Love – playing for the Fighting Ewoks
This scene brought to you AFTER the kicking and screaming meltdown 🙂
A great day for window washing
The cat enjoyed the clean windows
“Do not let Sunday be taken from you. If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.”
~ Albert Schweitzer
In the bible, in the book of Philippians it states,
“Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy – meditate on these things.”
We are not a perfect family. We got ‘stuff’ going on. But when I post ‘Sunday Scenes’, I feel like I am embracing the above valuable truth.
Someone special is getting this crocheted market bag – who could it be?
No joke. I like ALL of these. Imagine living with me and my Pandora stations.
He colors. A lot. I think I’m going to to open an Etsy shop so that you too can own an Ethan original. If you want to be reminded to meditate on ‘what is pure’, artwork by Ethan would be perfect.
Go find some things in your home that are of ‘good report’.
We are busy here. I think we are trying to move. Strange words to use in a sentence about moving – ‘think’ and ‘try’. But it’s true. The market is unpredictable and there are not too many houses that I would leave our current house for. Right now, the count is at 1 – and it is in town. But, we are cleaning, culling, redecorating, carpeting and painting none-the-less. Let’s see what happens.
Otherwise, I would crochet all day if that was possible because it is one of the rare times that I can think in a straight line (or in rounds). It just feels good. Late at night I get a chance to sit down and here are some products of that stress-relieving activity. The patterns are here, here and here.
There are other mundane activities and way to many of them are occurring within my own four walls.
I LOVE Ethan’s artwork
My very 1st Kombucha brew. I received a SCOBY as a gift from a friend
He insists the cat loves him
Serious ‘Poke’ play at The Only Game in Town
King & Queen of the Hill
10 days until Spring. I hope it’s not a rumor.
When it’s not about cars, it’s about planes. Or trains.
A view from my shoes
Sundays are nice. So nice. Mondays are something to be tolerated. Ethan is off at school and The Boys are off skiing. I am here taking care of all types of business – from the ridiculous to the sublime. There are baskets of laundry and lists of phone calls, miles to be walked and two big jobs that I REALLY want to get done. I think I can….