The first order of the day: get the front end alignment done on the Paddy Wagon (or minivan as others might call it). The Boy, learning that I was going to take the car and ride my bike back, insisted on going with me.
Second, later in the day, a playdate with D, his best friend in kindergarten who changed schools for first grade. D’s mother, R, was a Spanish teacher at my school, and it just so happened that our boys were in the same class, and it just so happened that they became great friends, independent of any intervention from parents. The playdate included almost everything the Boy loves, namely Legos and swimming.
Later, eat an enormous dinner: salmon, potatoes, and one of his absolute favorites, asparagus. (How many seven-year-olds love asparagus, mushrooms, and blood sausage?)
Clean Plate
Finally, after a little rest to let the food settle, go on a seven-mile bike ride.
Any wonder he went to sleep almost immediately?
You might consider growing your own asparagus. It’s a three year investment, but well worth it. It’s a beautiful plant and my 4 year old granddaughter loves nothing more than going out and snipping off stalks of asparagus and eating them raw, on the spot. She likes the steamed kind too, but she adores the fresh stalks, snapped off by her.
I think we toyed with the idea a few years ago but just never did anything about it. Truth be told, we’re not growing anything at all this year other than a few flowers here and there. It’s been liberating, to be honest.