We're on our way to China this week--in our quest to follow Dusty around the world--which happens to be incredible timing, because this is also the week of the Chinese Mid-Autumn Moon Festival and the super-moon lunar eclipse.
Accordingly, I festooned our back porch with lanterns and the Kid and I read Thanking the Moon as the sun set.
It was only then that I realized that the moon rises in the east and our porch faces west. But no worries--we quickly bundled and headed for a nearby baseball field for better viewing.
I did not grab my tripod (hence the fuzzy moon picture above) but I did remember the mooncakes that the kids and I had acquired at the Asian grocery in Kansas City the day before. (An amazing field trip in itself! Go here for lunch after. You won't be sorry.)
The mooncakes were, in the parlance we're trying to teach the Kid, "not our favorite", but they were pretty to look at in the candlelight.
The Kid ran the bases and frolicked in the dark. Sweet Husband and I swapped binoculars and the baby back and forth. A general spirit of merriment prevailed.
We only made it to about a half-eclipsed moon before bedtime began calling, but it was nonetheless a successful function. Three cheers for new-to-us holidays!