The boys and I packed up for three days and visited Phylis’s house on the west side or “in the rain forest” as Sweet Boy#1 likes to say. We had such a marvelous time, they behave so much better when there are more eyes on them. We went to a zero tide and looked at clams and crabs and seaweed and anemones and all manner of dead things in the sand. We went to “The Rain forest Cafe” and had awesome food by the gorillas and the boys all got to take home flashy cups that would be the bane of anyone with epilepsy. Fortunately none of us are so afflicted and so can enjoy the flash flash flash flash flash of these cups four hours and hours. We rode an escalator and went to the park and hunted up eggs and fed baby chicks and made forts for kittens. Then when my wolf pack finally settled down to sleep, Phyllis and Ashly and I ate Tillamuck ice cream and watched old Sherlock Holmes movies. So fun! Just writing this post makes me want to pack up and go back. But the hunky hubby has accidentally taken a vital piece of Sweet Boy#3’s car seat with him this weekend and so we are going no where. Ah well, such is life.
I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!