Everything, including the kiddies and (only!) ten toys for Rip into my mom’s car, and away we went.
We drove from our place in downtown Vancouver straight through to Bellis Fair, where Arwen got a whole schwack of stuff she’s really happy about at maybe 30% what she would’ve paid for the same things in Vancouver. Rip shared toys with other kids, and we saw a 8.5mo kid who’s already crawling (even up slides!) so now Tate seems very small. Still cute & happy as a clam though.
Now, we’re at the hotel in Kent, and watching the Cartoon Network, which makes Rip look like this:
Yes, those are toys all over the bed, but the commercials (omigod, commercials?) are totally flooring our kid.
Tate seems unphased, and started opening drawers (something he can’t do at home, ’cause they’re usually crammed full o’ clothes).
Work’s only *slightly* freaking out due to some things that were impossible to finish before I left, so I’m quickly feeling less like “leave me alone,” and more like “somebody ELSE can deal with it, I’m OFF.”
Tomorrow, we fly. Pray for sleepy and/or happy kids, so we’re not “those parents” with “those children” during the flight.
