Feeling Like a Kid Again

We had the wonderful opportunity to spend Halloween with my sister-in-law, brother-in-law and nephew in North Carolina last week and it was an utter joy. Since we don't have any rug rats yet around here, it was so cool to spend time with the little dude and enjoy some kid activities.

Picnics at the playground are always a good time, and I was also indoctrinated into a place I was unfamiliar with. Monkey Joe's. We don't have MJ's up here in Ohio (though we do have Chucky Cheese, which I've not been to in awhile). If you've never been, it's basically a building full of inflatable slides, climbing and bouncy fun. And, the best part? The adults can "help" the kids in the play areas. Translation: We get to have fun too! Climbing through the squishy, bouncy inflatable jungle gyms was surreal.


And then there was trick-or-treating. What a blast! I wish I could have dressed up too! Alas, I'm a little too old to get any candy, but we did accompany a certain little firedude as he made his way around the neighborhood on his first Halloween experience.


And a scary disembodied head captured by my honey:


The whole extended weekend, with it's playtime, reading children's books (try reading one fish two fish as a bedtime story after a few glasses of wine, not so easy), costumes and late night Guitar Hero marathons was just what I needed.

Maybe I'll break out a coloring book today. Or create a piece with crayons. Who knows! Sky is wide-open when we reconnect with our kid-selves. Play time indeed!