Our week started with a lot of hula hooping; we made our own with friends at the park after choir Monday, and every morning since they've asked to go across the street to where the sun is to hula. It so happens that we live across from an elementary school, and I think it's kind of funny to watch them holler and hula down the hill from the kids in the little playground. We are so conspicuous where we live, that I have given up feeling self-conscious about what my kids are doing while hundreds of other kids are across the street spending their entire day inside. (for the record: I timed the recess the other day. 7 minutes. I am hoping it was a "bonus" for good behavior, and not their regularly scheduled outside time.)
We had a wacky day on Wednesday - Dan was home from school with a horrible cough and a thrown-out back, the girls and I had forty errands to run and another child to watch and then gymnastics and, and, and - but somehow we managed to turn an errand to the farm into a letterboxing excursion...that's the way to do it!
the Wire Buffalo (which we've always called an armadillo)
As I said, we were at the farm, and the statue that inspired the handmade stamp for this letterboxing site sits in the middle of the pasture. Since we were there and since I hadn't seen them in so long, the girls tiptoed me across an empty cow pasture (warning me of the cow pies. Cow pies are HUGE, in case you didn't remember. HUGE.) to greet the pigs.