Every week, I try to think of something fun to do with the boys…this weekend was all about blueberries and fun. I made a point during this deployment of pushing my bounds and getting out of the house on weekends – as hard as it might be – because these boys and I need adventures to fill our cups. This weekend, we decided on a trip to Old McDonald’s Farm in Sackets Harbor on Saturday. We’ve been once before, but this time it was a little warmer, Porter is a couple months older, and we figured it would be a fun time for all. We were right. The boys had a blast.
We went with my friend Mareike and her daughters, Marie and Ava, and it was a really good time. The boys got the chance to pet the sheep, play with the baby goats (and feed them), and Porter really loved petting the bunnies. They also found every single barn cat and forced their love upon them, whether they wanted it or not. Several of them really did love it though, so it was a match made in heaven.
On Sunday, my neighbor and I started our morning super early for what was supposed to be an 18 mile run. We mapped it out, and the trail we’d hoped to run had a marker at the beginning that said “10 miles”…that was perfect. We ran 6 to the trail head, and then we hopped on the “10-mile” trail…which turned out to be 1 mile. Apparently the decimal fell off, and it was supposed to say “1.0” We were frustrated, but we called it at 10 miles, and we plan for a big week this week, so here’s hoping!
After the run, we decided to head up to the Tug Hill Vineyards for some berry-picking. We’d hoped to do brunch, as well, but they have three seatings – 10, 1, and 4 – and we couldn’t really swing any of those. So, instead, we had a blast picking blueberries and eating our way down the rows. We also got about a pound of raspberries, but I’d be lying if I said we didn’t eat all of them before we got home.
It was truly a perfect weekend with my little men, and we enjoyed every second of the good weather, fresh blueberries, and sunshine. There’s something about being outside and just letting my boys run wild that speaks to my soul. I’ve been reading a lot about “childhood unplugged,” and I’m doing my best to really aim for that with my littles. This time with them is so fleeting, and every time I turn around, they’ve grown a little more. For now, I’m grateful for these times, and these days, and these years we have to explore together.
I’m linking up today with Weekending today from B Loved Boston.
