Friday, October 2, 2009
The Puddle Jumper
Last night was one of those nights, where whining was used in place of talking. Where eating one more bite of quinoa became near world war three, instead of getting angry, I just set the timer. If she hadn’t finished her one bite by the time one minute was up, we would no longer be taking our special trip.
She finally ate the bite, as the timer rang, “Ummm, Mom this is Yummy.” And then proceeded to eat the rest on her plate. All that whining for nothing... grrr.
It was rainy and dreary, and it still is. So we bundled up, donned our rain boots and coats, packed into the car with the dog.
Our town has a three mile, wooded trail that connects us to our neighboring town. It is a godsend!
The whining dissipated as we ran down the trail head, found some puddles and jumped to our hearts content.
O the wonders of fresh air and woods, on our spirits.
We came home for baths and hot cocoa, the evening ended much better than it started.