The exhilarating feeling of getting fresh air on a perfect fall-ish day is something I always forget how much I love until I get the opportunity to do it. Sometimes, I even have to be forced into it by what could be seen as an unfortunate turn of events…
Saturday, I decided to spend the majority of the day outside with the kids. It was gorgeous. We took a long walk/run throughout the neighborhood. Levi asked, “Do you think Aiden (our neighbor who we’ve only seen once) wants to come out and play?”
Usually, I would say, “He’s probably busy, bud.” But that day, the fresh air must have gone to my head. “Let’s knock on his door and find out!” After all, that’s how I made friends when I was a kid.
We knocked on the door and his grandma answered. They already had plans and were about to head out for the day, but she encouraged us to try back tomorrow. I promised we would. Success, just delayed a bit.
On the walk back, we decided to take the long route, down the back gravel roads. Levi asked lots of good questions about the trees, the holes that (hopefully) were bunny burrows, and imagined some rocks were dinosaur fossils from a T-Rex who used to roam in our area long ago.
When we arrived back home, off to the trampoline we went.
Then, to the swing set. Then, the kids got some ice pops and rode around in Levi’s little Jeep.
Idyllic is certainly a word that comes to mind. When I envisioned having kids, this was the dream. A blue house on a cul-de-sac. Riding bikes, taking walks, swinging and ice-pops. Watching my studly husband fix things outdoors with his muscles shining in the sun.
You know what I didn’t dream of? Realizing I had lost my keys somewhere on that long, long walk and having to retrace my steps 2.5 miles to try to find them, only to come home and find them wedged under the sun-visor of the stroller.
Still, I had had such a good day that I managed to laugh at myself and carry on. I think the universe knew I needed more fresh air and had to force me into it 😉 For dinner, we went out for pizza and got the kids some ice cream. After all, we burned a lot of calories with our accidental adventure!
Despite my absent-mindedness, Saturday was a blazing success, and a nice reminder to enjoy the weekend, and ignore the chores sometimes. They can wait, and they won’t mind. But my kids can’t, and they do. Three cheers for the power of fresh air! Go get yourself some!
What are your favorite fall fresh-air activities to do with the family? We want to hear all about it!
Margo is a financial advisor back in school again and a married mom of 2 in Maryland.