This week, we moved my parents into the Westminster home they’ll share with my youngest sister. The kids moved boxes, rearranged furniture + pulled down wallpaper. We’re excited to be able to see grands without skipping town for a week each trip, and it should free up some actual vacation space.
I have six more trips planned this year, and I’m willing to bet my tent that not a single one goes as expected. Whatever their independent failures, I always come away happy. Why? The simplest of things, always.
We did some silly things in the wind – shooting archery! fly fishing! making mobiles! – and wished we hadn’t. Even if I’m not quite ready for them, our indoor activities felt less frustrating.
Wildling sensory science, lots of home experiments + builds, then a fairy house project that turned out amazing – three beautiful houses in our front garden bed!
Long before we had kids, George and I always found somewhere to BE in the mountains this time of year. It’s just rejuvenating to meander outside as the seasons shift. Now we pretend this fall tradition is “for Wilder’s birthday.”
I was leery, but gaming with friends has turned out to be an awesome way to practice social interactions with real-life consequences.
We spent the week stacking new habits onto old ones, aiming for a little bit more structure each week until we ramp up to our full fall schedule.
When we have a fun, outdoorsy week like this one, I’m so thankful our summers don’t end with butts in desks.
Week “at home,” yet we’re hardly there with all the outdoor time, the friend time, and the adventures. Hooray!