Here's a hint:
What? You're squinting? Try this:
Ok, yes, I'll admit I am also showing off my mom-of-the-year labeling skills. (I don’t even have photos of the shoe labels … they go inside the shoe, in the heel - brilliant!) She asked me to curl her hair the morning we left to drop her off. Because nothing says "a week in the woods" like hair flipped à la Mary Tyler Moore!
She opted for the top bunk across the room rather than the bottom bunk under her BF. In a cabin full of six-year-olds maybe they should have only top bunks?
She would admit to absolutely no nervousness in the lead up … but she did seem a bit subdued once we arrived. She made no protest at us leaving though.
On Wednesday, after constantly hitting “refresh” on the Bunk 1 photo gallery site, I finally saw evidence that she was having fun. There were 20 photos posted of Tuesday activities and she was in six of them. She apparently went rowing and did some gardening.
This camp so cliché northwest.
To get the kids’ attention in the dining room a counselor stands up and yells “GOOEY!” and kids yell “DUCK!” then the counselor: “GOOEY! GOOEY!” and kids “DUCK! DUCK!” (Actually it is geoduck … a giant, phallic mollusk. It is very northwest to know this. Trust me.)
While she’s been gone we’ve eaten at The Columbia City Alehouse (no kids allowed), had a drink at Lotti Motts (no kids allowed) and celebrated out anniversary at Chez Shea (not no kids allowed, but what kid is interested in a six course tasting menu, paired?).
… and we’ve been driving around without the booster seat in the car! Wahoo … footloose and fancy free!
Guess who misses his big sister:
BTW, if you’re from Seattle you know about the pigs … did you know that they store the leftovers on the roof of the Market?
We're leaving today to spend the night in Gig Harbor ... for an early A.M. pick-up at camp. I'm looking forward to having my baby back.