Overheard just now—sung with serious sass (and slapping sounds)—by an anonymous child:
My butt’s so ouchy when I slap it, oh yeah.
My butt’s so ouchy when I slap it, oh YEAH!
Overheard just now—sung with serious sass (and slapping sounds)—by an anonymous child:
My butt’s so ouchy when I slap it, oh yeah.
My butt’s so ouchy when I slap it, oh YEAH!
Maggie, musing about why she loves the cabin:
I love the cabin.
When we want someone to come out,
we don’t have to go find them…We can just yell!
Conversation this afternoon:
Me: Did Mama talk to you about the rules?
Maggie: Yes!
Me: What were the rules?
Maggie: Um… I forgot. <shrugs> I forget things very quickly.
It was just a short jaunt up the coast to McMinnville, Oregon, where we stayed with Sarah’s friends, Jordan and Megan, on their incredible farm. Their kids were generous and welcoming to ours, inviting Griffin and Maggie to have a slumber party with them in their epic loft (with passages into multiple rooms upstairs… top-of-the-line cool). That was fun, but it turns out that five kids in a loft can generate a lot of heat. On the following night they all elected to sleep under the stars on a second floor deck. Other highlights of the visit included lots of time in their amazing garden, candle-making, churning butter, cookie baking, and cherry picking.
After Seattle (for days 8-12 if anyone is counting), we headed along the coast to Florence, Oregon to rendezvous with Andrew’s brothers and their families. They drove up from the Bay Area, meeting us as far south as we could get on this trip. Click below to see larger versions of the pictures in a slide show. It was a great visit!