At long last, our massive container of good(ies) has made the round-trip voyage to the antipodes and back.
Just in time to move into our new apartment whilest we look for our “years and years house” (to quote my elder daughter).
There’s room to move … just. But cooking dinner last night presented something of a challenge, as the plates, pots, and silverware had all travelled to separate corners of the moving universe.
Anna and I have a running bet over how many things we basically get rid of without ever unpacking them. Once we schlep an appropriate fraction to my office, and fill our storage locker things will get better.
For Presidents’ day Aaron took advantage of the staff discount at the Burke Museum of Natural History.
Turkey the younger reports:
“We saw dine-o-see-ors upstairs and and and I had some poos and my daddy changed me”.
Turkey the elder reports “um.. I forgot. we went to the playground”
The photographic evidence suggests there was a bit more to the day than that, but I got four hours of peace and quiet, so it’s all the same to me.
What exactly are they teaching you in that school of yours?
I believe this week’s assignment was “persuasive writing.”
Two teeth in one day; three inside a week. If you don’t slow down little girl we’re going to have to go to an all-gruel diet.
As most of you have guessed, we have successfully brought our naive island avifauna to the land of the big bad wolf.
Seattle is reputed to be a good place for critters whose threat response is to freeze in place, and there are lots of ferns to hide among. Contrary to expectation, however, we’ve found the welcome to be warm and inviting – even overwhelming. The houses are surprisingly warm too, even if the weather is not. The kids have been overheating in their flannel PJs.
The Bean Sprout is now a proud first grader, although she reports that she has done no learning “only fun stuff that is sort of like learning, but mostly fun”.
A captured a short video of the moving company at work: here (warning, 70+ MB). I’m not sure I’d recommend them to anyone else…
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At this point, turkey the elder needs more stuff like a hole in the head (we’d just have to pack it up anyway), so for her 6th birthday I arranged an Icelandic Horse Trek. She was allowed to take one parent, and much to my surprise, she chose her father.
Luckily, no photographic evidence survives of my time in the saddle, but I do believe young miss had a very nice time.
I am desperately hoping that she doesn’t take to the horsey lifestyle. With luck, she will settle on a less expensive hobby like online poker.
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Yes, busy. Not so busy that’s we’d miss a 6-year-old birthday party.
Fun was had. Kids were entertained. Photos were not taken. Surprise hits? A scavenger hunt and pictionary.
With obligatory hand-crafted march-of-the-penguins cake.
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