Thursday was turning into a LONG day. When #1 got home from school and started crying because she couldn't hear a movie on TV over the screaming/yelling/craziness of her brothers I figured SOMETHING had to be done to get us through the late afternoon hours.
A walk to our local "pooh sticks" bridge was in order. The kids and I haven't walked to the bridge in a LONG time. Another thing I've put off figuring it was too much work with the baby.
This Thursday though it didn't seem like too much work. It was a nice walk. We got our blood pumping. Got our wiggles out. Breathed deep. Watched the water flow both where is should and where is only because of all the rain and snow-melt. We also collected some new treasures to start our own nature table, trying to bring a little of the outside in.
After we finished throwing sticks in the fast moving water we started back for home. The walk back always comes with more whining and it was getting colder. The man who owns some horses on the way back came out to feed them and invited us to the barn to "help" throw the hay and to visit the horses. The kids have visited there before on walks with Grandma D.
It was all a great way to spend the late afternoon. By the time we got back it was time to whip up dinner, run around and play, takes baths, have a story and get to bed.
A Thursday saved.