- whole wheat pita, halved, stuffed with veggies and guacamole
- cucumber wheels
- cucumber greenery (tip: use a peeler to make long ribbons)
- purple carrot + broccoli tree
- cheddar cheese sun
I was quiet on the blog last week thanks to a road trip to D.C. In other words, 10-12ish hours each way (depending on how many potty breaks) of rationing out snacks, playing 20 questions, threatening the boys to come back there if they don’t stop punching each other, and falling asleep after promising poor Hubbie I wouldn’t. Precious memories in the making, these trips are.
I do cherish them, actually; we try to do one big road trip every summer. Getting away and exploring new places as a family is always a good perspective adjustment. As much as it expands the kids’ horizons and gives them new experiences, being away helps me appreciate the things I easily take for granted–like the privilege of spending time with my children all day–or even detest at times, like the kitchen. In the beginning of a road trip I’m all, “whoo hoo! No cooking!” But after eight days’ worth of eating out, a homecooked meal with loads of veggies is all I can think of. All that to say, getting away for a while helps you appreciate the little things a little more when you come back.
I’ll share our D.C. adventures more in a future blog post (including a printable scavenger hunt I created for the kids! I tell you: Life. Saver.) But for now, I can’t help but share one of my favorite photos from our trip. I had given the boys journals for their scavenger hunt and to document things they liked. When we got to the MLK memorial one night, I was busy chasing the two littles, then turned around to see my nine-year-old parked in front of the wall of quotes, furiously scribbling his favorites.
This little guy has always loved reading–always has been a lover of words. But to see his slight shoulders hunched over to capture such weighty words was a special, even sacred, moment. After a while, I asked him what he was thinking. He answered, “I’d rather keep it to myself if you don’t mind.” I didn’t. I knew that stories of his own, words of substances to say, were brewing in him, and it wasn’t my place to coax them out too early. It’s those little moments that make me proud and grateful to be a mom, to witness these beginnings of amazing things.