Fall appeared to be short, as we awoke to very cold temperatures on Saturday. Only a few weeks ago we were still enduring hot temperatures, but on this morning the thermostat read 60 degrees. Inside the house.
It was low 30's outside, so I finally acquiesced and turned the heat on in the house. We sleep fine - we are probably the best-equipped family for enduring sub-freezing temperatures in the winter, with fleece sheets and blankets for the kids, and a down comforter for us - but actually walking around when we wake up is another matter.
Noah had been on his best behavior the past few days, so I told him we could go out for breakfast someplace in Brookside (so long as the place included hot coffee). I tried to convince him to come with me in the car, but not surprisingly, he wanted to ride his bike. Did I mention it was near freezing?
He told me "he didn't care that it was cold,"he didn't want gloves or a hat. Ok, no problem. I can live with that if he can. His intended plan was to play at the playground at Border Star Elementary first, then go to breakfast, but two blocks later we were discussing maybe going straight to Panera and getting some hot chocolate.
A few minutes later, Mandy and Elliot joined us and we finished up breakfast together. Afterward, we went across the street to the playground to play for a little while.
A couple hours later we were at Noah's soccer game, where even he thought it was ok to wear sweats, but only after convincing him that the other kids were going to wear sweats too, and he wouldn't get made fun of.
After the game, we went to Grandma's house for lunch, and invited cousin Charlie back for a campout in the backyard. I've been aching for a campout this year with the kids again, but we haven't been able to pin down a date. For a temporary fix, I suggested we do it in the backyard, hoping the kids would enjoy it. It was more successful than I imagined - the boys were
overjoyed to go camping.
All the boys helped me put up the tent, and then Noah and Elliot wrestled inside while I got the fire ready. We cooked hot dogs over the coals, then roasted marshmallows as the temperatures dropped. Elliot couldn't hang, and around eight o' clock decided he wanted to go to bed. His own bed, not the tent. Mandy took him upstairs and put him to sleep, while Noah, Charlie and I settled into our nice warm sleeping bags and went to "sleep".
Both boys corked off pretty quickly, but it was Saturday night in Kansas City, so instead of the coyotes we typically hear yelping and howling, it was instead apparently prime time for police and fire sirens and train whistles. I actually slept well, but Noah woke up around 6:00 AM and told me he "hasn't slept the entire night." I heard him snoring, so I know that's not technically true, but he may be getting used to tent-camping still.
We were all comfortable temperature-wise, even though it dipped somewhere between 31 and 34 degrees during the night. The next morning, we all came inside for hot chocolate ala Mandy - milk, chocolate and a little raw sugar.
Great weekend.
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Riding to breakfast in freezing weather |
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Swinging with Mom |
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Spinning at the playground |
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Mom and E cuddling at the soccer game. |
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Lots of little helpers |
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Brothers wrestling in the tent |
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Paul Bunyon? |
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Charlie making some kindling. |
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Roaring fire. |
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Eating popcorn, trying to stay warm. |
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Roasting hot dogs over the open fire |
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Cooking marshmallows |
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Frost on the tent in the morning (or "frosting" as E calls it) |
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Home sweet home |