I love my husband. I love my kids. Saturday, spent without them, was fun and being with my sister was priceless! But there is something to being together as a family, it just can’t be topped.
Sunday morning, we took our time waking up. The boys slept until 9am, which is unheard of! I think it is safe to say we were all a bit worn out from the previous day’s outings.
Justin, Dan and the tots went to the Science Center in Seattle while Tiff and I were at Pike Place . . . so they were equally worn out, if not more so.
The reason behind selecting Edmonds, WA to stay in was due to our history with the scuba diving park there. Many a weekend spent getting to this place and diving . . . moreso when Justin’s mom lived in the area, pre-kids. 🙂
So Justin had packed his scuba gear and took that absolutely gorgeous morning to dive under water. The boys and I hung out and enjoyed the park and grabbed coffee and ice cream.
But, mostly we played and played . . . warm and sunny, it was the perfect morning.
Deep conversations of brothers . . . probably including some kind of smelly bodily function or cars.
Good times to be had.
Scuba-Justin . . . doesn’t have the same ring as Scuba-Steve. 🙂
After Justin was all done . . . we headed downtown again, to Pike Place. We wanted Pike Place Chowder . . . best chowder ever. And we wanted to just walk around a bit.
We didn’t hang out at this vendor too long. Beautiful glass blown art work . . . a whole table full of broken accidents waiting to happen by the hands of little boys. 🙂
Not as worried about the dead seafood. Tob was fascinated by the sheer amount and types of seafood . . . and it was at eye and hand level. Bonus.
But Pike Place, as much as Justin and I love it . . . the boys don’t so much. So we didn’t last long before the whining ensued.
The solutions: balloons and sugar
Balloon Man, (photo above) asked the Tobias what he wanted and he, not skipping a beat, asked for a robot. Balloon Man said that was an unusual request and said he’d do his best. It was super cute.
Then Balloon Man asked Samuel what he wanted. “A guy,” was Sam’s answer. Balloon Man asked, “a gun?”. “No, a GUY,” Sam said it loud and clear. Balloon Man looked to me for guidance. I laughed and repeated Sam . . . “pretty sure he wants a guy, like a man.”
Balloon Man chuckled and then made a guy for Sam . . . he had a balloon with an alien face on it that he put as the guy’s head. hehe . . . a guy.
Biggest cookies EVER. And yummy!
After this indulgence . . . we headed home.
Um, Sam and his guy. Really, no other words come to mind.
Almost home. Coming over the river-border of Oregon and Washington. A bit over an hour left to drive. Gotta love sunsets . . . especially photos of sunsets whilst driving down the freeway. 🙂