And also needlessly cruel to my mother, who might enjoy these cute stories about my children in amongst the trial and tribulation of keeping them alive and intact while I am gone.
I tried to do this post during a break at my conference, but apparently there is some sort of policy on the school wifi that you can't do anything fun.
Anyway, I thought I would share with you some pictures of last weekend's trip to Olympia. We went to visit my brother Eric on his mostly vertical property, and he suggested a fun post-prandial stroll.
We should have been immediately suspicious.
We soon found out.
After clawing our way up a perpendicular slope through dense underbrush for a while, Ellie decided that she had had enough, and thought that it would be a good idea for me to carry her.
In a somewhat flatter place, Margaret demanded her picture be taken, on pain of her extreme displeasure.
So we did that.
And we climbed back down the hill, I laid down my burden, and was tired.
But not Eric. No, Eric wanted our children to help his children plant trees or some such new-age folderol.
They've planted arnica and elderberry, so that's something.
Anyway, much fun was had by all. There's something fun about a cheerful mob of cousins rolling around in the dirt together. It's even more enchanting when they don't want you to roll in the dirt as well.