Day 45-- Going Out Like a Lion

{PSA: for those of you just stumbling across this blog, it might help to start at the beginning. At some point, I may try to reverse these posts into chronological order}


So this is it... President's day, 2011. Day 45 of 42. The last day of my parental leave with Sabrina.

We decided to end it with a roar.... by going back to the zoo.

Yes, I was very tempted to go skiing today, but the lure of spending extra time with the kids won out... besides, the snow's been lame. I guess we're having a drought year. There's not enough fresh powder up there to change my mind.

While everyone was still waking up, Jen busted out a new signing time DVD, so we all learned ASL signs for all the zoo animals.

As Jen was getting ready for the day... (girls..  8 years of marriage, and it still takes her forever to get ready for the day), Edgar and Sabrina and I (already ready already) got to spend some sweet time together. This is Edgar tickling his sister and making her smile:

We had a fun time at the zoo. We managed to not overlap very much with the last time we visited, and there's still a bunch of stuff we missed. Glad we bought a membership.

Sea Lion encounter. Yes, we've seen them in the wild and at the Sea Lion Caves, but these were HUGE, and right behind the glass from us.

The Orangutans were really fun. The huge male swung around right next to us. Then, this female hunkered down near the glass and let all the kids get really close to her. When a kid would get really close, she'd make a kissy face at them. It doesn't take much prompting for Edgar, so he kissed back.

Again, this was the view I got all day: Sabrina was my bjornling, and she was totally quiet and well-behaved. Someday, she may actually see the zoo.

Edgar drove this Jeep from the Cheetah enclosure to Mommy's house.

We escaped from the zoo with two overtired, hungry kids, and dropped in on my parents without any warning. I love my family. They totally loved the visit, fed us lunch, and let us take naps. I took a sizable nap in the bed in the same room as Edgar. When Edgar woke up yelling for mommy (and no one else), I rousted Jen off the couch, took a sleeping Sabrina from her arms, and took her place, taking another longish nap with Sabrina on my chest, while Jen snuggled Edgar down. All told, I think it was about 4 solid hours of napping. I will totally miss daily naps when I go back to work tomorrow.

We had a fun dinner with my parents, and a lot of good conversation. Jen held Sabrina while I ate dinner, then I took her during Jen's dinner. She and I had a grand time, and I even got her to laugh!

Sabrina, smiling at me

Grandma gave in to Edgar's demands and put lots of band-aids on his (now mostly-healed) hand.

Wearing Mommy's shoes, showing off the band-aids.

We love Grandma.

Please don't interrupt my last evening of peace.

So, we're back home in Salem, safe and sound. Both kids are sleeping. Jen and I got some necessities done, and it's now the time that I've been dreading... time to encapsulate all the past six weeks into some coherent whole... to decide if this whole experiment in blogging/child rearing/vacation/slacking means anything. 

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Jen suggested listing things I've learned. While I'm not sure that's the best way to present things, I can't think of a better alternative at the moment. So, without further ado:

Things I've Learned in the Last Forty-some-odd Days:

1. I LOVE NAPS.

 If there is one consistent theme to this blog, it is naps. Long naps. I love them. I've taken them almost every day that I've been off work, and I highly recommend them to EVERYONE. The world is so much better after a nap.

This picture is the theme of my blog, and by far my favorite picture taken at the zoo today.

Honestly, when I think about it, the number-one thing I will miss when I return to work is my daily nap. Sure, I'll miss spending time with the kids, but I'll get some time every day with Edgar and Sabrina. I won't, however, get to spend time napping.

I think our society would see less hate and evil if we'd all take a good afternoon snooze. I happened to mention napping in church, in front of the kids that I teach. One 8-year-old raised his hand and asked, incredulously, "you take naps?" I patiently tried to explain to him that there is a window of age between about age 5 and 15 where naps are for babies, and you don't want to take them. Outside that age window, everybody loves naps. Just not everyone can take them without getting in trouble.

So, I'm all in favor of the siesta.

2. Being a stay-at-home parent is hard work, but I could do it.

Wow. Taking care of kids is a full-time job. There's no doubt about that. Just keeping them fed is crazy. Add to that bottles, diapers, fresh clothes, snacks, and regular naps, and it's a wonder any parents can ever get their kids out the door in the morning. I have a renewed appreciation for what Jen and other moms do on a day-in-day-out basis.

That being said... (This is the part where I sound like a bit of a male chauvinist). It's a big job, but I could handle being a stay-at-home parent. (I know, 2 parents at home with 2 kids=not the same thing). I think I would make an awesome stay-at-home-dad. I could handle the diapers, the yelling, the tantrums, the feedings, etcetera etcetera. I'm not saying I could do better than Jen-- it's not a comparison, anyway. We'd have a lot of fun, and go lots of cool places. But... I can't convince Jen to go to work so that I can stay home.

3. Babies are cute.

Aww...

4. I don't miss work.

Not one little bit. Nope. I could get used to this.

5. Having two parents at home doesn't guarantee you can actually accomplish anything.

Adventures, check. Chores and projects? Not so much. Oh well. There will always be chores.

6. Don't pick a fight with your spouse within the first week of childbirth.

This is one I should've learned last time around. Those hormones on day 4 and 5 are killer. A new mom is not a rational being... more like a vengeful destroying angel.

7. Down with the Wiggles.

I don't know much about them, but the more I know, the more they make me want to hurt people.

8. He-Man is still rad.

And knowing the phrase "Power of Grayskull" makes you the raddest not-even-two-year-old in town.

9. Should I take up writing and photography?

I've had several people suggest that I should do more writing or photography. That's very kind of you for saying that. However, there are several thousand people with more talent and education in those fields, living in their parents' basement, unemployed. I'm glad I have a job, at least until the rock star thing works out for me.

10. Blogging is time consuming

...Actually, I pretty much knew that. Oh well. I was on vacation. I had time to burn, right?

It's been a real joy seeing Sabrina grow from this cute, mewling newborn to a cute, smiling, mewling 6-week-old. It's been fun watching Edgar completely lose it and revert to babyhood when the usurper-baby stole his rightful place in the kingdom, and gradually learn to love this little girl and to be a responsible big brother. It's been fun being able to team up with Jen. We work well together, and we've got each other's back, at least enough to make sure each other gets a nap every day.

In a way, I'm going to miss sharing my life with everyone. In another way, my life is pretty boring. Especially when more than half of my waking time is devoted to being employed.

Having both parents at home, for this 6 weeks, has really brought our family closer together. Edgar loves his daddy. Sabrina loves sleeping in my armpit. Jen and I have learned to work together (even if we can't share a kitchen).  We've learned to have fun and have adventures and parent without a net. It's been great. I highly recommend to any father who can: take some time to support your wife and kids. Any time.

I have had a great vacation-- time spent getting to know my family, helping out, and reporting everything back to you. This will be my last blog post... UNLESS someone wants to provide some sort of artist-development grant to allow us both to keep staying-at-home. I would blog every day, I'd do pictures everyday, we'd tour the world with our rock and roll band. We'd be the coolest parents on the planet.

Maybe we already are.

Day 44--The End is Near

All day today, floating somewhere in the back of my mind was the knowledge that this idyllic existence is about to come to an end. I start work again Tuesday.

Many people in this world, my dad included, live to work, and need work to create or define a purpose for their lives. Retirement has been hard on my dad. Me? Six weeks with no work? I could get used to this... Too bad nobody seems to want to set us up with a hefty artist-in-residence grant to pay our bills, allowing us to continue simply being awesome 24/7. Oh well.

Edgar and I woke up this morning, and did our now-usual routine of Edgar-watching- He-Man while daddy attempts to snooze on the couch.

I even coaxed Edgar into taking a shower this morning. This boy doesn't really enjoy cleanliness. The soap in his hair from the bubble room yesterday made it a necessity.

For several sundays running, we have attempted to get Edgar to nap early before church. This is the first sunday he actually succeeded!

Jen and Sabrina made it home safely from the mountains. If you were to tell me two days ago that Jen could spend two nights away from us, and Edgar wouldn't throw a single Bikini Atoll-sized tantrum, I'd say you're crazy. This kid has been great! There were a few moments where Edgar would tear up and say "Iwantamommy", but I was able to calmly explain "Mommy is at a hotel with Becky and Katie." (hotel is a word he understands). With that gentle reminder, he would buck up and be cool with hanging with dad. Not so bad, if I do say so myself.

Soon after Jen made it home, we woke Edgar up, and made it (almost) on time for church. This is a big accomplishment, as we have tended to the 30-to-45-minutes-late side of things every week since Sabrina was born.

Church was fun. I discovered that certain primary songs actually sound better when you attempt to sing them at double speed. We had a fun moment where Edgar badly needed a diaper change, I needed to be up in front of 30 kids being silly, and Jen was nowhere to be found. Luckily, everything worked out all right in the end.

I got my customary nap after church (yay!) and settled down for dinner and He-man with Jen and Edgar, until Edgar got on Jen's nerves, and the boys retired to the other room to watch Spongebob. I've enjoyed my time snuggling with Edgar and watching TV. I think part of the motivation is knowing that I won't be able to spend as much quantity time with him in the next few weeks. I may get some play breaks, etc., but I probably won't have time to sit and watch 3 or 4 whole episodes of anything with him for quite a while.

During family scripture time tonight, Edgar was looking at the pictures in his book of mormon. This one's his favorite:

He can identify several of the characters from the story, but tonight, he pointed to the boy (lower left, leaning against the rail with bulging biceps) and said "Edgar!" I said, "Edgar, do you have muscles like that?", and he replied:

(muscles)

This boy sure loves his mama, too.

We put Edgar down for the night, and now all that is left to do is decide what to do for my last day of freedom. Stay tuned.

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Okay, here are some photos that I've been meaning to upload for a while....

First, the star of our show:

Strike a pose.

Shameless plug: This cute outfit was made by a friend. You can get one for your kid, too.

(click to enlarge) This one's kindof spooky.  This is Edgar with a bunch of toy bandaids on his left hand, about 2 weeks before burning his hand on the stove, requiring way too many real bandaids on his left hand.

Edgar and Sabrina at the grocery store.

Edgar likes to put his blanket on his head in the car. I guess it shields him from the sun.

Not my best moment. (asleep in the car)

Day 41-- Snow at the Beach

Sabrina wouldn't sleep last night, so... more midnight photography! It was cold and clear and beautiful. I staked out some epic cliffs above the ocean, and wasn't too sleepy, so I did some photography, tried some reading, and drove the car when Sabrina got fussy. I feel a little weird saying this, but I popped in the Kalaloch CD (you know, the one we haven't finished yet), and it was very appropriate. It's weird listening to your own music, but I got a strange satisfaction from it. It's perfect music for standing at a cliff over the ocean under the bright moonlight while not seeing a single other person for two hours. Now, we have to get some album art, master it, and release that baby.

That's Destruction Island in the distance.

Morning was tough, but made more especially tough because today was checkout day. Yes, all dreams come to an end, and our idyllic stay here at Kalaloch had come to its end.

Last night's hail was still on the ground with what-looked-like-snow mixed in with it. During breakfast, some verifiable snow came down, making this our first experience with snow at kalaloch.

Ed and Grandpa at breakfast.

Seagulls in the snow/hail.

Of course, Grandpa and Grandma made sure we had more leftovers (eggs, old bread pudding, etc) to feed the birds this morning. They were grateful and even more came than before. I watched a flock of birds following Edgar as he walked from my parents' cabin to our cabin.

Edgar had some time with his sister while I packed up our stuff. Here's a probably-too-long video of Edgar comforting Sabrina by singing to her.

The songs are "Rockabye, don't you cry, we will go to grandma's", and You Are My Sunshine.

Walking with Daddy to go check out of the cabins.

After checking out, we drove (through snow!) with my parents to Lake Quinault and drove around the lake. Calling the drive around the lake a pretty drive is an understatement, but I don't know how to do it justice in words.

Lake and snow-covered mountains.

Next, we made the long drive home from the Olympic Peninsula. The kids were so good on the road. Edgar mostly stayed awake, played and sang songs. Sabrina slept nearly the whole way. Edgar is so good in the car. I'm afraid of what would happen if someone let him know that other parents let their kids watch DVDs in the car and ignore all the scenery.

Edgar hamming it up in the car.

After hours of driving, we decided we needed a break, so we took what was going to be a quick potty stop at my sister's house in Woodland. Two hours later and two lungs full of cat dander, we were back on the road. I will probably be sick for the next few days in response to the dosage of cat exposure I got today, but Edgar got to play with his cousins, and that was fun.

Edgar and cousin Ole.

Oh-- a note about the mitten he's wearing on his left hand in most of the pictures. Those of you following the blog will remember that Edgar burned his hand on a hot stove last wednesday. Initially, we put gauze on his hand, then the mitten to keep him from taking the gauze off. Then, when we switched to band-aids, we found that Edgar liked to pick at the band-aids unless he had a mitten on. Over the last few days, he's grown more attached to the mitten.  His burns have healed to the point where he doesn't need it, but now he wants it. Last night he woke up in the middle of the night, repeating what I thought was "Mama turn on!", but what was in actuality "More mitten on!" Yes, his mitten fell off in his sleep, and he made me wake up to put it back on. Add to this the fact that he's fed the birds table scraps several times. Oh yeah, and he eats with his hands, so more-than-a-week's worth of meals are in there. It smells pretty bad now. Rebandaging his hand at my sister's house, we hid his mitten. He was kind of frustrated about it. Here's hoping he forgets about it.

Finally made it home to our little apartment. Unloaded the car, and I showered to get all the nasty cat stuff off me. This evening, it's been going through our pictures and catching up on computer stuff. Now that I think about it, I probably won't post this for a day or two, but as I'm writing it, we're just home.

Oh-- a note on the format of the blog. Yes, the blog is named forty-two days. I have six weeks of parental leave starting from when Sabrina was born. Since she was born on a friday night, after work, my six weeks includes the 3-day President's day weekend. So, it's going to be forty-five days in total. I plan to blog my last entry Monday evening, before I return to work next tuesday. So... three bonus days for your reading enjoyment.

Day 40--Hail to the Beach

Where are we? I realized that I have been waxing poetic (or dogmatic) about Kalaloch, but I haven't done a proper job of explaining it. So, what's the deal with this Kalaloch place, anyway? Kalaloch (pronounce it "clay-lock") is a place on the Olympic peninsula in Washington, within Olympic National Park. It's a place that my family have been going to since years and years before I was born.

Kalaloch is situated on a bluff over the Pacific Ocean. There are a lodge, cabins, a hotel-type building, and a campground to stay in. There's a small convenience store and a fancy restaurant. Other than that, the closest real civilization is Forks, Wa 40 miles away. Kalaloch is about 3 hours' drive from Seattle or 4 hours' drive from Portland, so it's far-removed from everywhere. Because of its remoteness, it's also pristine and beautiful. It's not the boardwalk-and-surf of California beaches, nor is it the crowds-and-beauty of Oregon's beaches. The ocean tosses up piles of driftwood on the shore, wildlife is abundant, we've seen whales, seals, and all sorts of wild critters. I think I've seen a bald eagle every visit for the last 10 years.

In the summer, when there's sunshine, you can play on the beach, make sandcastles, bodysurf or swim in the waves, paddle the driftwood around in the creek like makeshift canoes, make forts from the driftwood, or hike endless miles of sandy beach. You can almost plan on rain at Kalaloch, summer or winter, but it's spectacular in rain, too.

Kalaloch has been a formative part of my childhood. Many of my earliest and fondest memories are located there. I feel like I grew up at Kalaloch. In my younger years, my family camped more often, but as my parents aged, they drifted towards the cabins. I took Jen there for part of our honeymoon, and she fell in love with it. We've gone there, camping or in cabins, more than once each year that we've been married, and we return there as often as we can. I had a friend-of-a-friend from the east coast talk about how her family always summers in Cape Cod. I could tell she feels that kind of attachment to the place. While my family isn't quite in the socioeconomic class that "summers" anywhere, Kalaloch fills that place in my heart.

I mean... we named our band after it-- it's gotta be something special, right?

Okay, so now that you know all that there is to know about kalaloch...

Edgar, playing "baby" in Sabrina's makeshift bed on the nightstand. Photo taken moments before Edgar managed to knock the bed to the floor with himself in it.

We had a better, if interrupted, night last night. Edgar woke up several times, but went back to sleep. Sabrina woke up once or twice, too. I slept and tuned everything out, so it felt like Jen was using me as a snooze alarm. She’d hit me and tell me to fill Edgar’s bottle, or hit me and tell me to sing to Edgar, or hit me and tell me to change his diaper. I ought to file a spousal abuse complaint.

Anyway, Edgar woke up just before 8, which is reasonable, unless you got a poor night’s sleep, which we all did, so it felt way too early.

I got him up and dressed and headed to Grandma’s cabin. Edgar sang “I love Grandma, she loves me” really loudly outside, but the curtains were closed, so we went to take a walk on the beach.

...with lots of puddle-splashing along the way.

It was the beginning of high tide, and the waves were washing up into the considerable amounts of driftwood here on the beach at Kalaloch. Edgar got to the driftwood piles, and was curious: “What’s that?” “That’s a log, it used to be a tree.” “Okay. What’s that?” “Another log. It used to be a tree, too.” “What’s that?” “Another log.” “What’s that?” “Log.” So forth and so on.

"Log."

It hailed on us at the beach, the first of four or more hailstorms today. Edgar threw the little snowballs at me. We watched the waves for a bit and then headed back to Grandma and Grandpa’s cabin, where they were up and ready to do breakfast. 

Moss on a fence. Not a bit out of the ordinary.

Edgar and I ate breakfast while Jen and Sabrina slept in. We fed the birds again. This time, I held out the pan of leftover chips, oatmeal, etcetera, while Edgar took things one by one, and did his best toddler-throw towards the circle of birds that kept a respectful about 6 feet away from us. Problem is, when a not-yet-two year old attempts to throw, he’s as likely to throw stuff behind himself as in front, and most of the time, whatever he throws ends up at his feet. Oh well. It was fun to watch the seagulls and crows. The seagulls are larger and more numerous than the crows, so they get the most of the food. The crows sneak in when the seagulls are distracted or not paying attention. The crows stick together, so 3 or 4 crows can keep a bunch of seagulls away from their meal. I threw a bit of food to try to make sure that both team seagull and team crow got a crack at some food.

Later, once Jen had woken up, I convinced her to take a walk on the beach with me. She was a little concerned about imposing on my parents and making them watch the kids, but they had a standing offer to take the kids while we walked on the beach, and we hadn’t taken them up on it yet.

The tide was high. +11.0, if our tide chart is correct (it’s got some glaring errors, so it may not be). We watched the waves coming up the creek towards the lodge. At times, the creek appeared to be running backwards as the tide came in.

On the beach, it was hailing constantly. It was cold enough that it didn’t seem to want to melt off the sand.. I dared a few dashes on the open sand below the logs when the waves were out, but Jen stayed up in the safety of the higher driftwood. It took us a while to get back our “log-legs”. When we come here, we always start a bit apprehensive about walking across the piles and piles of driftwood, but after a while, we develop balance and a sense of how to get from one place to the next. It’s not unusual to see kids and grownups running across the logs after several days here. Today’s hail made the logs slippery, adding an extra hazard to log-walking.

  

That's hail on the logs and dark gray sand, making it look white.

Jen in the hail.

Me in my natural habitat.

Jen and I made our way out to the mouth of the creek, where the high tide was pounding loose logs against the shore. They would crash around us, making thunderous noise. In the creek mouth, a flotilla of hundreds of logs milled around in the surf, pushed out by the river currents, and in by the waves. We brought our camera with the express intent of taking pictures and video, and at the moment we got out to the end, the camera battery ran out. I’m glad Jen won the we-won’t-need-a-battery-charger-on-this-trip-oh-yes-we-will argument. Maybe we’ll get a chance to take some pictures tomorrow. Suffice it to say, the waves and tide were powerful and we felt awed standing so close to so much force. We saw logs that twenty people couldn’t lift, easily tossed and moved by the action of waves that we’d think nothing of splashing in, in summertime.

The power of nature.

A little salal plant growing in a drift log, sheltered from pelting hail.

We came back to the cabin to warm up and dry out, and it was lunchtime. After lunch, we all retired for a much-desired nap. As you may have noticed, reading this blog, I relish a good nap, but I don’t have much control over how long I sleep, so I must’ve had a 3-hour nap or more. It felt amazing. Apparently, before I woke up, Jen was having a serious discussion with Edgar about whining. He’s been quite the whiner, really since Sabrina was born, but especially in the last few days. I woke up having dreams about drinking wine. I was totally an alcoholic in my dream. Apparently, both my son and I have a problem with whining/wining.

After the nap, it was low tide, and Jen and I went out again, this time taking a lot of pictures. We’re in search of album art, so I hope that one of these fits the bill. In the meantime, enjoy some of our pictures (click on any picture to enlarge, I think).

We walked among the debris of this morning’s high tide, including logs strewn everywhere from the tide’s pounding.

With each wave line of the retreating tide, there was a rainbow of partially-degraded plastic bits washed up in the surf, a reminder of the awful things that we are all doing to our home.

Today’s low tide was supposedly -0.8, so that’s nearly a 12-foot swing between high and low tide, for those of you following along at home. 

We had dinner with my parents, and Edgar about drove us crazy with his whining. We were all close to wits’ end. At one point, I told him that I turned whiners upside down. He whined, I held him up by his ankles. That made him laugh. He laughed until I put him right side up, at which point he would whine again. I’d hold him upside down, swing him, tickle him, etc. He got to the point where he would whine just so I’d play with him, so I’m not sure if it fulfilled the original intentions, but it was fun while it lasted. For a change, my parents and Jen played some 3-handed pinochle while I watched Sabrina and tried to keep Edgar occupied.

I know I've posted about a million pictures today, but I want to post not one, but two videos of Edgar being cute (and whiny):

It's just like having a dog.

Here you get Edgar's "Power of Greyskull! Kssh!", plus you get to see him drop his sword on his sister. Pretty typical.

Finally, it got to be Edgar’s bedtime, and I took him to our cabin and put him to bed.

We played a few more games with my folks—some dominoes and yahtzee for a change as well as pinochle. Sabrina was cute and just laid on the table content to be near the action. Wow. Our first child would’ve never done that. This is what a baby’s supposed to be like.

Later, it all came crashing down. Sabrina blew out her diaper, but we were out of diapers, so I had to sneak back into our cabin to get the new package. By the time I came back, Sabrina was melting down, and Edgar joined in on the baby monitor. He woke up and wanted his mommy. So, night was over. We came back to the cabin, sang Edgar a bunch of songs, made sure Sabrina got fed, and prayed for a solid night’s sleep on our last night here in Kalaloch.

Day 39—Cards Galore

What did we do today? We played cards. Pinochle (3-handed and 4-handed, which are very different games), Gin Rummy, Oh Hell, Cribbage. We played cards. It brought back memories of cooling starry summer nights gathered around a bright propane lantern, with Alex just old enough to play one card game with the grown-ups before being packed inside the dark tent. It also brought back more recent memories of trips like this, where rainy days were spent indoors in the cabin perfecting our pinochle game between walks on the beach. We did a few other things today, but in between everything there were card games.

Worthy opponents.

My genius teammmate.

Last night was no fun. Sabrina was awake and fussy at midnight when I went to sleep, and awake and fussy at 1:45 when Jen woke me up, exasperated. I loaded her in the carseat, and took her in the car. She was fed, diapered, burped, warm, taken care of, etc., so any residual fussiness was either colic (medical speak for I-don’t-know-why-your-baby-is-so-pissed-off) or nothing at all, so I wasn’t too miffed about letting her cry it out for a while. The night was beautiful. A striking, bright full moon and clear sky with big drifting clouds. I stole my camera and drove around to various viewpoints on the coast, snapping pictures in the dark, hoping some of them would turn out. None of them matched how arrestingly beautiful the night really was.  The Dirty Three on the car stereo fit the night perfectly. There was nobody on the road. I didn’t see a single other soul for probably the first hour-and-a-half I was out there, driving around.

Of course, Sabrina would wail every time I stopped the car or turned on the light or opened the door. I got her finally to sleep while the car was running, but then a few passing log trucks woke her up and it was back to the fussing. I pulled into the carport of our cabin at 3:30, fully expecting to bundle a crying baby back in Jen’s arms almost immediately. Instead, my head nodded, and I was awoken at 5:30 by a worried Jen. Edgar woke up, and she was worried we were in the car asphyxiating. Such was not the case. I know how to use the “recirc” button just as well as she does, but she just doesn’t trust me.

It rained all day, representing different descriptions such as drizzling, spitting, squalling, pouring, drenching, deluging, inundating, and just plain raining. I can hear it now outside coming down in sheets over the everpresent dull roar of the surf.

After breakfast in my parents’ cabin, we took food scraps from yesterday and today, threw them on the picnic table, and let the crows and seagulls fight over it. Edgar was so excited. “Wow, Daddy, Wow!” He really wanted them to eat food from his hand: “Here, bird!” None of them were quite that brave. We spent probably half an hour taunting the birds with more and more scraps and leftovers, and Edgar had the time of his life.

Getting ready to feed the birds outside the cabin.

"Can I eat this cheeto?" "Yes, Edgar, if you'd like." "How disappointing. I guess I'll feed it to the birds, then."

"Here, bird!"

Amidst the chaos

"Wow, Daddy! Wow!"

A photogenic crow.

A pair of photogenic crows. The crows hung out in mated pairs.

Queued up and ready for Edgar's next excursion.

Grandma bought Edgar a pinwheel. He called it a flower. Then, he held it over his head with both hands and called “Flower of Greyskull!” Awesome. Another funny Edgar moment: My mom and I were playing Gin Rummy, and Edgar was sitting at the table playing with a toy motorcycle. After beating her for several rounds, my mom finally got a good hand, and excitedly yelled “Gin! I did it!” Edgar turned around to his mother: “Mama, Grandma did it!” (not getting his mother’s attention) “Mom-my, Grandma did it!” … (“Gin” sounds a lot like “Jen”, doesn’t it?)

We were all really tired from last night, and everyone, especially Grandma and Grandpa, wanted an early nap. They took the now-cute and quiescent Sabrina and Jen, Edgar, and I retired to our cabin before lunchtime, which is usually way too early for Edgar’s nap. I turned up my headphones and slept while Jen dealt with an over-tired and not-wanting-to-nap Edgar. I woke up not too long later to Jen giving up on Edgar. I let him cry in his crib for a while, refilled his bottle twice, sang to him once, and tucked him in and he finally went to sleep an hour and a half after we began this process. I read my book and watched the day get sunny outside. My parents stopped by to inform me that they were leaving for a walk, and would I go to their cabin to watch the still-sleeping baby.  So, I read, and watched the sun on the water, and read, and watched the clouds roll in as Sabrina, Jen, and Edgar slept on. I missed being out in the sun, but as it turns out, it was a very short bit of sunshine.

...but I did get a few pictures from our porch in the sunshine. Pretty, ain't it?

We had an afternoon squall today almost identical to yesterday’s, complete with lightning on the water, peals of thunder, and sideways hail. Jen and Edgar slept through most of it, and Mom and Dad came back from their walk just in time to miss it. We had another hailstorm later this afternoon. Grandma explained to Edgar that hail was little snowballs. Since he had recent experience with snowballs, he wanted to go out and see them. He went outside, showed me lots of snowballs, and then attempted to throw snowballs at his mom. It was cute.

"Snowball, daddy!"

We went to dinner at Lake Quinault Lodge, a good 35 miles away, but pretty much the closest civilization. Lake Quinault is beautiful. An emerald pool set among verdant mountains. I’ve never been in the lodge there before. It was very rustic and elegant. The sort of old-fashioned rest-cure place that super-rich people went to 100 years ago or so. The kind of place where one would stay for a month, strolling around the grounds, canoeing in the lake on nice days, and reading a book or socializing with the other guests in the lobby. Dinner in their restaurant was super-expensive, but very tasty. We drove back in the dark, listening to Jen’s new Bonnie Prince Billy CDs and Edgar singing in the back seat, and finishing my book.

We put Edgar to bed immediately upon returning, played several more rounds of cards in Mom and Dad’s cabin while mom cooed over Sabrina. Then, a return to the cabin with two wakeful kids. They both seem to be sleeping now, I hope it lasts.