Pink Floyd, 1967
Sometimes, I wonder what my kids will think of this blog -- this spot I have designated as my happy place. Will they roll their eyes at my posts that were obviously written in soft focus? Will they remember all the times I screamed, got impatient with them or worse, lost my temper? Or will they also view these times through the filter that time mercifully often grants us?
This past weekend, I decided to make a very conscious choice to not yell at them, to not constantly get on them to hurry up or slow down. Each day, I gave them choices and let them decide what we would do for the day. And except for a poor choice on Anjali's part which involved a broken pencil and the surface of our dining room table, the weekend went swimmingly.
The weather was gorgeous and we spent much of it outside. I could not have asked for better, unfiltered memories.
First, we went to Boo at the Zoo at the Kansas City Zoo.
On Sunday, we went to Schaake's Pumpkin Patch. It was our first time there and it was so utterly AWESOME that we will go nowhere else from now on. It is a lovely, family-run pumpkin patch which offers simple activities - a hayride, hay maze, pumpkin slingshot, etc.. There were no over-the-top amusement park things that so many patches feature these days. This was all about picking the perfect pumpkin.
Or riding them, as the case may be.
We saw some witches who appeared to have been tippling the potion.
After Schaake's, we went to the Natural History Museum at KU.
And an angry girl apparently channelling Olivia Newton John.
Then, we went home and carved the pumpkins.
design I've done before, but decided to revisit because I love it so.
All in all, it was a perfect weekend.
No filter required.