Candy Land was played. Numerous 100-piece puzzles were solved. Together. With (relative) harmony. All while still rubbing the sleep from our eyes.
Yet the gorgeous outdoors beckoned.
And rather than isolating myself (which can be a good thing, don't get me wrong) to go for a long run alone, I took a chance. And asked my boyz if they would like to accompany me on a long walk. All three agreed.
My first instinct was to grab my camera. And then I decided not to. I wanted to be in the moment. For myself. And for my boyz.
Off we trekked.
We sang "Wheels on the Bus" - complete with hand motions.
"Cotton candy! Whipped cream!" from Baby.
"Eh, probably smoke", was Middle's answer.
And from the ever-practical Eldest, "I betcha they taste just like air."
Baby wished for a playdate with his preschool buddy.
Middle wished it could be Christmas everyday.
Eldest wished for the Bruins to still be in the hockey playoffs.
Eldest had a baseball game at 3. More time soaking up the sun and cheering on our firstborn son while Middle and Baby played (in the dirt) with wild abandon with the other ballplayers' younger siblings.
Dinner was a summer-like feast - grilled chicken, asparagus, corn on the cob, and a fruit salad. Hubby and I each washed down our meals with a beer (Sam Adams Coastal Wheat for him; Bud Light Lime for me).
The tinkling sounds of the ice cream truck could be heard in the distance. The boyz scrambled to find their "moneys" (as Baby says).
And one red Icee, one Scooby Doo pop, and one melted something-on-a-stick later, I captured this:
The perfect ending to a perfect day.