Who's that tripping over my bridge!

So we spent a little quality time with the Fremont Troll down town. Gunner even checked his nose for cliff-hangers. Unfortunately Tess fell asleep in the car and missed the whole experience but that was alright, the Troll even freaked me out a bit. That one shiny eye seems to follow you. I think he was eyeing Betsy as a delicacy. Fremont is the place in Seattle where the residents annually paint themselves and parade nude in the streets which is the one good thing about the sub-arctic temps in Spring; no one would be caught dead with out a coat.

Which brings me too our next point, Karma. Remember all those terrific days in late February/early March when it was near 60 degrees and sunny day after day. Well we are paying for it now. This morning we awoke to a nice crunchy layer of freshly fallen hail! We've had snow for the past few days but hail . . . that stuck! The kids have no interest in it. I don't blame them, we are ready for better weather or a move to Nevada.

We did manage a quick trip to the science center. We have really gotten our money's worth out of that place. It wasn't one of our better trips though. Tess got seriously lost for at least 2o minutes and Gunner managed to push a stage over onto his foot. The manager that day was so glad to see us go after having to file both a missing child report and an accident report under E for Ellsworth. Sadly, Tess stayed lost for as long as she did because she told the nice, matronly lady who found her that her name was "Ahoo."

On a kind of a weather related side note. The last picture is of Gunner for "Crazy Hair Day" at school. He was of course scrambling to get out the door for school after sleeping in and then having to be goaded and prodded through making a lunch and tying his shoes. We managed to cram in a 5 minute scripture read but the tenor of the home was not charitable by the time he headed out the door. In addition it was sleeting outside. Imagine my surprise when a few minutes later he's back, crying and telling me everyone at the bus stop had crazy hair and he'll be kicked off student council if he doesn't crazy up his hair. I wanted to say, "Being Impeached as 2nd grade rep. is nothing compared to the punishment you're going to get for missing the bus because your hair isn't right and making me have to drag all the girls out of the house, one of them a sleeping baby, into the sleet to drop you off at school!" But instead, I just shut the door, more firmly than was probably good for the panes of glass, and set to work with mousse and blue paint. You can see his eyes are still a bit moist but he was starting to cheer up.

Nice Roach!