One Day, One Night...

Friday and Saturday of last week I got to experience a hectic but fabulous break! I boarded the Dawn Princess for her short journey from Vancouver to Seattle. I was on the boat for less than 24 hours but it was well worth the adventure. Never experiencing a cruise ship before I was definitely surprised by the grandeur and service of it all. Next time I will make time for some pool-side relaxation, and perhaps change the destination to the Caribbean, not Seattle! The two days on the boat were beautiful, even including a full moon. I was happy to return home on Saturday to the kids with all their Mother's Day energy and surprises. And just to make you laugh I will include this: After church on Sunday Christine and I decided to spend the day with all five kids and make a day of it. We went to lunch and then, waiting for the movie to start, ended up at the park. A park with a tire swing... round and round Jack went until he got off looking quite sweaty and pale. I picked him up just in time for the launch, projectile vomiting three times. When I finally got him comforted and clean he was still crying. I asked him what was wrong? "I just hate it when I puke on Mother's Day." he replied.

Friday Night...

It is the northwest way that after two days of pretty solid rain that we had this outing on Friday night. Perhaps due to the fact Ethan heard on the radio that opening day of boating season was Friday, he had a great idea to take out the "boat". "Sure why not?" I thought even though the clouds were rolling in and the temperature was dropping. We had a great time despite enough was enough came on all too quickly. All three cried running to the car and we had to blast the heat the whole way home. Good times- I would like to give Ethan credit and praise where it is definitely due! His heart and loyalty for Isabelle is such a source of joy to me. He continuously looks out for her, includes her, and makes sure she is okay. As far as brothers go Isabelle won the prize.

This would be our number one spot to live, on this little speck island-

No Fish, Eat hotdogs...

This years fishing derby proved to be a bust- If you can't catch any fish you might as well eat hots dogs is Jack's thinking. Not Ethan though, if you are talking fishing he is all business, and lucky for him he has his own tackle manager. (and mom who "worms the hooks") Hopefully we will have better luck on our next fishing outing!