The day started a bit like Christmas. A military family who is moving to Italy this summer is decluttering, and they have an 11-year-old boy. There was a garbage bag on our front porch filled with Pokemon cards, Nerf guns, and Star Wars t-shirts. After much excitement and a few arguments, the loot was distributed and everyone was happy with their new stuff.
We then headed to Seattle Children’s Hospital clinic, general surgery. Christopher thought Ben might have a hernia (his brother had one as a kid), and the pediatrician thought there was something abnormal about his belly button at the checkup. I wasn’t worried, so I didn’t make the appointment, but when Children’s actually called me and said, “Hey, we have an appointment during break” I just said yes because it was basically effortless. And they have a sibling playroom. Not unexpectedly, the surgeon walked in, looked at Ben for 15 seconds and pronounced him just fine. My pediatrician is either incredibly thorough, worried about a lawsuit if she misses something, or getting kickbacks from the specialists. Whatever it is, I’m glad I have Massachusetts insurance again.
We left Bellevue and headed across the bridge to Seward Park. The park is a peninsula that sticks out in the middle of Lake Washington, with a cool playground and a bike path that goes four miles around the peninsula. We didn’t bike the entire four miles, but we biked a bit, stopped to throw rocks. Bike some more, stopped to through rocks. And had a lot of fun on the playground. Once again, the secret to success was packing tons of food. My kids are always happy if there’s lots to eat. And rocks. Of course, we had to get frozen yogurt again on the way home. We chose another random place (TCBY this time) and they were, again, having a special.
Logan fell asleep before we got home, and while he was napping the kids were outside again. It was almost 60 degrees. I chatted with my mom and made dinner. In the evening, the kids were playing Minecraft and we were out of milk, so I said, “I’m going to the grocery store.” Logan came running. It was a fun trip. Of course he was incredibly well behaved, as kids usually are during unusual activities. In this case, going to the grocery store at 8 p.m. was unusual. I only needed milk and bread but I had a coupon for $10 off $100. I decided to see how close I could get to $100. I threw in some bacon and chicken for the freezer. I bought some juice and gelatin for Logan’s upcoming tonsil surgery. Tillamook yogurt and San Marzano tomatoes were on sale, so I stocked up. When I thought I had enough, I headed to checkout, and the total came to $100.22. I was inordinately excited about that fact.
The kids all ate a yogurt for a bedtime snack and went to bed without a fuss. I binge-watched British period drama before bed and drank tea like a true Anglophile.