We've been having some trouble with our laptop's keyboard. (The CTRL button keeps getting stuck, so everytime we try to type, we end up opening menus and printing screen shots. Arg.) Plus, we're so far behind (again), the thought of trying to catch up seems a little daunting.
But after a good hug, we decided that the only way this blog was going to get caught up is for mama to stop interwebs shopping for Christmas presents and start typing.
Every time we have someone new at our house, we always go to the train tunnel. Tuesday was brisk and sunny, so it was a great day to head to the mountains.
We all went in, but Henry was a little nervous this time because on Saturday we were looking through the cage door and the end and papa shook it really hard and yelled "Let me out of here!" Mama and Henry did not think it was very funny.
Mama caught a lot of grief for this outfit. What kid doesn't wear flowered rainboots (I wear these every day), olive fleece pants, a surfer sweatshirt, and a blue fur-lined vest? And then accessorize with homemade beaded necklaces and an 80s-inspired side ponytail?
Papa tried to get everyone to come to the edge to wave, but they wouldn't. Henry was proud that he climbed the whole way back up by himself.
But was happy to try to jump off the bridge over the little creek that feeds the waterfall. (When you go to the park, you walk in on the side of the mountain and the top of the falls. You could literally walk right off the edge if you wanted to.)
After Stumphouse, we went to mama's favorite chicken place (again). And she found out they have a website, so you can see it too. Here's the link to the Steak House Cafeteria. Now we just need to figure out how to bring home fresh Arabian Rooster fried chicken to everyone for Christmas.
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I'm glad to see there is still some use to be had from the Hurley sweatshirt!!
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