The Hendricksen's: Family Home Evening

Monday, May 19, 2008

Family Home Evening

Most of you know what this is...but for those that don't....

In our chruch they have asked that we set aside one night (preferbly Monday) for just families. To do some activity or to learn some lesson. It gives you time to just be with your family. At the ages the kids are now...thats not hard. They are ALWAYS here. But as they get older and schedules start to become more hectic then they already are...it will be nice that for one night...we are just us...just a family.

For FHE this week we went to Salem Ponds to feed the ducks. We got subway on the way there...had a little picnic. And TRIED to feed the ducks. Lesson one was learned:
~Never go to feed the ducks on a night that every other family has come to feed the ducks. They wont eat it. BUT THE FISH WILL. There were some giant carps in there that would jump up and eat the bread. So that was pretty cool.

The kids had a great time. They loved playing at the park and feeding the fish. Chase loved getting to roam free

I loved it cause I didnt have to make dinner ;-)

(dont mind the messy hair do)

3 comments:

Alexis said...: awwww this is so sweet.

we do family night, too.; 5:23 PM
Camille Jensen said...: You look so beautiful in that picture of you and Scott. Dang it, we need to hang out for once.; 6:25 AM
Jill said...: You look great, Leslie! I love the monkey arm walk. Tooo cute. Your post is an inspiration. We do nearly everything together as a family but I don't think we focus on it, KWIM?; 7:41 PM

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