If you don’t live in Seattle, chances are you haven’t seen the Ballard locks when they are completely drained. I snapped these photos while taking a bike ride on Saturday. For an idea of scale, check out the bulldozer on the floor of the lock on the right below. I wonder what else besides cell phones people drop while going through the locks.
Month: November 2008
A Fry Lodge tradition
As we’ve started to do every year on the day after Thanksgiving, today we drove up to Mount Creek Tree Farm outside of North Bend, WA to get our Christmas tree. This was the easiest tree hunt and set up we’ve ever had. All three of us agreed on a Noble Fir within 5 minutes. Henry helped dad cut it down, and then we warmed up with some apple cider and bought our annual tree ornament. The only way the entire trip could have been easier would have been if the tree hadn’t almost fallen off the top of the van as we drove home on I-90.
Thanksgiving Turkeys
Earlier in the day, we took Henry to the park to burn off some energy and work up an appetite. Playgrounds have so much more to offer in 2008. Henry went down four different types of slides (straight, tornado, tunnel and kiddy) and had a great time crawling around the fort and the mud.
Sunday morning lock out
My ratio of stupid to non-stupid behavior is increasing rapidly, and I don’t even have pregnancy brain to blame it on. This morning, as soon as we got Henry out of bed, for some reason I insisted that the Fry Family Trio check out the almost complete garage remodel. Henry was hesitant, and now I know why. As we stepped into the garage, the door closed behind us. And of course, it was locked. We hadn’t even had our morning coffee yet. Uggh. I climbed out the window, in my socks, to see if there was another way in. I even climbed up onto the deck. No dice. I’m sure the neighbors had a good laugh. One hour and a hefty locksmith fee later, we were back in the inner chambers of the Fry Lodge.
Manhood
There comes a time in a man’s life when he must say goodbye to baby things. Sippy cups, toys that don’t make noise, size 3 diapers. And cribs. Last night, Friday, November 21, Henry Owen Fry slept all night in his new big boy bed. And he took it like a man. Congratulations, Henry. You’ve crossed your Rubicon.