“If you’re offered a seat on a rocket ship, don’t ask what seat. Just get on!” – Sheryl Sandberg
We went downtown for the St. Patrick’s Day parade. I’ve lived in Seattle for more than 35 years without realizing we had such a delightful parade complete with leprechauns and Irish Wolfhounds
While we were downtown, we rode the Seattle monorail and Miss O got her ears pierced.
At a birthday party, we experimented with the concept of getting the ball rolling. It’s almost comical how stereotypical this picture is with the older sibling telling the younger one, “I’ll just push it up the hill and get the ball rolling for you.” Turns out even light beach balls can pack a wallop with enough speed. Who knew? 🙂 [Fortunately no younger siblings were hurt in the making of this picture.]
Also this week, Mr. D wanted to learn how to grill and he’s taking the role seriously. 🙂
In an one thing led to another progression, we set the Crocodile Cave up in the backyard and…
The kids had a water fight. It was not swimsuit weather (at least not in my book at about 48 degrees) but at least they filled the guns with warm water.
And that wraps up a pretty typical week on our rocket ship hurtling towards adulthood complete with love (and ice cube hearts) and a punny sign of the week.