I started a new job and a new schedule last week. It means that I have every Saturday off and today I got to spent it with only the smallest of the small ones. With three kids, it’s hard to get one on one time with any of them, so I relished this day with just the youngest.
It took me while to get him out of the house – in part due to his protests, in part due to my unwillingness to interrupt unstructured play. Plus, we really didn’t need to leave and pajamas are comfy. But sun is scarce this time of year in Maine and I felt it was my parental duty to get a little vitamin D action and fresh air. Also, we’ve been reading Eating the Alphabet, and he really wanted to try star fruit and kumquats, so I promised a trip to the grocery store. (They were out of starfruit, but had kumquats. Those buggers are tart!)
A trip to the grocery store doesn’t beget much sunshine and fresh air, so I convinced him to go for a walk and hunt for mushrooms. We’ve been foraging for mushrooms since late summer. Don’t worry, we’re careful and haven’t eaten any yet, though I did put some birch polypores up in tincture. There are a few paths by our house, I knew we wouldn’t find any interesting mushrooms, but it was enough to get his Bogs on and get him out the door.
On our way back, our neighbors and their two toddling girls were outside. The boy went to grab his Scuut bike and helmet and enjoyed our hilly driveway and dead end street for a good long time.
Today I am grateful for this slow day with my boy, temperate fall days, and, because I’m human, early bed times.