So we went to Washington, the boys and me.
They were absolute champions with luggage. OK, most of the time. When they weren’t, the kindness of strangers came through again, as it always seems to.
Holden, no longer the baby, took care of the baby in his own way.
The cherry blossoms were out, the grass was green, it felt like spring.
Jumping on the trampoline and playing with their cousins wiped the boys clean out.
We went to the Puget Sound, which my landlocked boys called the ocean.
We ate boujee ice cream. Amber and I didn’t get any, so we licked their cones.
We played croquet with Grandpa. Holden with a mallet is a scary idea (sorry, Brandon’s head).
Grandpa is a natural with kids.
When the noise gets to be too much, there are iPads.
Holden turned four in Puyallup.
He let everyone know it was his birthday and that we should sing to him.
The next day was Avie’s birthday, the next week Brandon’s. So we had a combined birthday party.
Brandon got a bit sugar high. He won a lot of Sequence for Kids.
My sister is an excellent party planner.
I bought a leather jacket, after years of talking about it.
We said goodbye.
Back home, the boys had a Nebraska party at BounceU.
Brandon’s best friend came.
I took pictures off their website.
The boys had the best time.
Brandon turned six.
We are all another year older now. And we are doing great.