Field Day
Remember this?
Our little Betsy Ross finished her flag quilt weeks ago. I know I've been remiss to share it with you, so I grabbed at the chance yesterday!
This Independence Day we gathered for a very special play group, a bittersweet send off for some very dear friends who are moving away. We moved our weekly play group to July 4th and put on a "Field Day" inspired by this book. Nothing like a little good ole' fashioned competition on the classic American holiday, right?
Actually, we're softies. In every event each child could "win" a little something depending on their level of achievement. We handed out achievement tags that awarded the kids different toppings for ice cream sundaes at day's end... or an extra 1/2 scoop.
First, the ball throw. What we lack in form we make up in intensity.
Long jump.
High jump. Check out my little ninja clearing the highest bar by a mile. Next year we'll have to go higher.
Egg on the spoon. Because careful matters too. They had to weave around those jugs and step over the bar to complete the course.
And a race to finish. Raindrops started falling as the kids raced around the old garden to the finish line, amidst cheers and flashing cameras and full hearts.
By the time we got indoors for those sundaes, it was pouring buckets. That's the south! Such a sweet time. One we'll always remember.
It's so hard to say "goodbye" isn't it? Seven years of friendship, babies, books and a bit of bliss. Saying goodbye is a like a little death, but also death denied.
“The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again” ― Jimi Hendrix
Our little Betsy Ross finished her flag quilt weeks ago. I know I've been remiss to share it with you, so I grabbed at the chance yesterday!
This Independence Day we gathered for a very special play group, a bittersweet send off for some very dear friends who are moving away. We moved our weekly play group to July 4th and put on a "Field Day" inspired by this book. Nothing like a little good ole' fashioned competition on the classic American holiday, right?
Actually, we're softies. In every event each child could "win" a little something depending on their level of achievement. We handed out achievement tags that awarded the kids different toppings for ice cream sundaes at day's end... or an extra 1/2 scoop.
First, the ball throw. What we lack in form we make up in intensity.
Long jump.
High jump. Check out my little ninja clearing the highest bar by a mile. Next year we'll have to go higher.
Egg on the spoon. Because careful matters too. They had to weave around those jugs and step over the bar to complete the course.
And a race to finish. Raindrops started falling as the kids raced around the old garden to the finish line, amidst cheers and flashing cameras and full hearts.
By the time we got indoors for those sundaes, it was pouring buckets. That's the south! Such a sweet time. One we'll always remember.
It's so hard to say "goodbye" isn't it? Seven years of friendship, babies, books and a bit of bliss. Saying goodbye is a like a little death, but also death denied.
“The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again” ― Jimi Hendrix