Today, the kiddos and I went down by the river.
(That's not *quite* as country as that sounds, seeing as how it's the St. Clair River (Claire?) between MI & Canada - not some lil' ol' creek in the backyard)
I love this blue river area ~ it's just so pretty. We first went walking on the boardwalk (after extensive "training" at home on how to obey me when walking along the river - 'cause that's all I need, right?! is a child to fall into the freezing cold river, goodness!), then visited with some volunteers on the lightship, then headed over to a local park. All went well there, except for Elijah and the monkeys....
Ya see, there were four swings together, so all my older kids were swinging. Elijah (2yob) was doing great! I went to swing him again (not too high, Mema, not too high) when all of a sudden he yells out "MONKEYS" and promptly falls backwards off the swing.
It was actually two black squirrels, which we have in abundance around here, running through the park. I have no idea why Elijah called them monkeys - although he does have maybe 6 stuffed monkeys that he sleeps with on occasion.......the boy just likes monkeys.
After that fiasco (which was fun, except for the falling-monkey incident), we strolled around the boardwalk/park area, looking at all the memorials they have erected. Most of them were for soldiers that died in war times. I did my best to explain about war and soldiers (in language they could handle) and why we should respect and honor these people. I'm not sure they completely caught on, but it was a start.
I definitely see many more days "down by the river"....