Bike rides and hikes at Shark Reef, grocery run to Lopez Village, crab pot drop in Mud Bay, flip flop soccer in the yard, Stones on vinyl, Annie’s shiitake marinaded salmon on the grill, Moscow Mules.
A bit of a slow news weekend at Fry Lodge. Henry and I practiced shooting soccer goals on each other in the park. Ruby bought herself a new wardrobe, complete with some interesting fashion statements. The Seattle Seahawks won the NFC Championship. And Henry, while chasing his sister (under Dad’s watch, no less), smacked his mouth against his knee – nearly knocking out his one remaining front tooth. There was blood. The tooth currently hangs by a thread. Henry refuses to let us yank it out. Although, when I told him that the Tooth Fairy pays double for self extracted teeth, he started wiggling it around. That was our 3-day weekend.
The Fry Family Quartet made a pitstop in Seattle Friday night before our Saturday flight back to NYC. We stayed with our friends, the Gallaghers, who took us bowling. We only had to call the bowling alley staff twice to retrieve balls that didn’t quite make it down the lane. Good times. Thanks, Amy and Dan.
We struggled with how to officially celebrate Ruby’s birthday this year. It seems that every weekend one of the kids is invited to a party at a venue that specializes in such a thing. There’s a lot to be said for that option: virtually no prep, entertaining is somebody else’s job, and no clean up. But we opted for the DIY route this time. And we’re glad we did. Kristine and I made a deal: She’d buy Twister, Hot Potato and Pin-the-horn-on-the-unicorn; and I’d play birthday emcee (I made the kids call me Fryman). It worked out great, although I kept having to be reminded that it was probably better not to focus on each child’s win-loss record during the games. The party was a big success. Everybody had a great time, and we have a sense of accomplishment that we might not have had otherwise. Not sure who is going to clean up the mess, though.