The week we went to Whidbey Island

This week just flew by. Christopher was out of town for a few nights, so we had some early dinners and bedtimes. As we approach the summer solstice, our days are 16 hours long. This would be great if we didn’t have a three-year-old. The sky lightens before five a.m., and by six, it’s bright. Ben has been waking up between 5:30 and 6:30. If he makes it past seven, we consider it “sleeping in.” And this is with blinds and two sets of curtains. If I wasn’t headed to South Carolina on Thursday I’d be putting aluminum foil over the window.

Logan is getting over his first post-ear tube cold and seems happier. His nose is still yucky and sleeping at night is hit and miss. Some nights I’m up three or four times, but one night this week he slept 12+ hours and I had to wake him up to nurse him. I felt so, so good.

Saturday we had a busy, fun day. Gavin’s first grade teacher, Harriet Arnold, has a beach house on Whidbey Island and invited the whole class and their families out for a picnic. The weather forecast was rain and wind, and we debated even going up until that morning. We packed the car like we were going out of town for a week. Then we agreed we’d have no expectations, and if things went well we’d be pleasantly surprised.

Fortunately, the family outing exceeded all expectations. We arrived at the Mukilteo Ferry right at 11, and drove right on. The ferry ride was just long enough to stretch our legs and walk up to the deck. Logan started screaming only after we buckled him back in, but after we departed the ferry it was only 10 miles or so to the Arnolds’ house.

The big kids ran immediately down to the beach and I put Logan straight to bed. Mr. Arnold had set up a Pack n Play in the walk-in closet, and Logan was exhausted. He was too distracted to nurse while we sat in the rocking chair, but he ate a little while I sat on the floor of the closet. He fussed for a little while but then slept, it must have been for an hour and a half. It was wonderful.

While he was sleeping, we chatted and ate while the kids ran around. Megan and Gavin were wearing shorts and Keens. I wish I had let Gavin wear his bathing suit. Ben had on rolled up pants and Bogs, and after he soaked that I put on his bathing suit with a hoodie and Crocs. They dug in the sand, explored tide pools, found starfish and shells, and ran around. The food was good, too.

When Logan woke up, he sat quietly on my lap, watching all the people and eating quinoa, black beans, corn, and berries. As he finished up, the wind picked up and we felt our first drops of rain. Deciding to quit while we were ahead, we changed everyone into their clean, dry car-ride-home clothes, and headed out. Ben crashed as soon as we pulled into the ferry line. When he woke up on the mainland, he said, “When are we getting on the ferry?” We stopped at the Root Beer Store on the way home, and toasted to our success. No one got hurt, cold, or hungry. Crying was minimal, no lines at the ferry, no traffic on the freeway. And everyone slept hard Saturday night. The only regret is I didn’t take my camera. I was so busy packing diapers, wipes, clothes, shoes, a salad and dessert, beach toys, etc. that I grabbed my little video camera but forgot my big camera. I will post videos soon, though. In the meantime, here are a few photos.

His new favorite spot

Wishing he were a big kid

Gavin still takes the best sleeping pictures


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