When my kids were little (and cue tears), I took them on a safari around the world. Ok, ok, it wasn’t a real safari. It was in my house and involved lots of stuffed animals. I remember my husband coming home at lunchtime from the church he was pastoring, and telling him “don’t worry about the trail of random paper plates in the hallway or giraffe in our bathroom” or something like that. I had made a paper plate trail of “rocks” to find the hidden waterfall. My daughter’s bedroom was Africa and my son’s room was Asia. I made a quick treasure hunt with a map of the world I printed off, and off we went.
Neighbor Tuesday: Raising neighborly kiddos
Neighbor Tuesday: Raising neighborly kiddos
Neighbor Tuesday: Raising neighborly kiddos
When my kids were little (and cue tears), I took them on a safari around the world. Ok, ok, it wasn’t a real safari. It was in my house and involved lots of stuffed animals. I remember my husband coming home at lunchtime from the church he was pastoring, and telling him “don’t worry about the trail of random paper plates in the hallway or giraffe in our bathroom” or something like that. I had made a paper plate trail of “rocks” to find the hidden waterfall. My daughter’s bedroom was Africa and my son’s room was Asia. I made a quick treasure hunt with a map of the world I printed off, and off we went.