For the last 48 hours our house has reeked of roadkill. Sometime while we were out having a leisurely Sunday breakfast a skunk sprayed underneath our house. Olfactory investigations indicate that ground zero was somewhere roughly between our bedroom and the bathroom. This afternoon was actually the first time I was able to enter the [...]
On Saturday, a boat was found capsized in the surf and a Coast Guard helicoper crashed trying to rescue it. So what did we do on Sunday? You guessed it – headed straight for Trinidad Beach.
You know those pets who go for your jugular if you come near their food while they are eating? Well, this is the toddler equivalent:
On Friday night, those of us who cannot drink alcohol demanded a trip to the ice cream parlor. We then did our best to work off some of those calories by walking down to the boardwalk. Stella ran around the compass rose about 649 times. Show off.