Oh, The Places We'll Go

Just in case you have been wondering if we've lost our wandering feet, fear not, we haven't. The rain really isn't that bad here, although there has been plenty of it, and even when it's present, it's not generally a huge deterrent for me.... it's just a muddier adventure. While we haven't done anything wild and crazy lately (for approximately three yeas and 10 months, really), we've been back out exploring the city and surrounding areas... there is just a bit more to do here than in Penticton. When you have two small busy bodies plus one mom who gets really annoyed at being home too much (which has recently gotten me into trouble... must come home when little people are tired and not try to squeeze in anything else) plus one dad who is emerging from the vortex of a product launch, it's really best to be out and about. 

Exploring the other pond (aka as the Pacific Ocean). Jack and Molly both got to dip their (booted) tootsies in  the waters of the great northwest. I don't think they ever got wet when we were in Vancouver so this really was their first taste of the big Pacific drink. It was a chilly day, yes, but really it was the wind that was the big story. 

No "puddle" can go unstomped.

Really great course... or some wishful thinking. 

I think we were going to the "Mequarium" this day. We could have probably stopped our trip at this giant set of  steps and called it a successful day. 

Scooting here, there, and everywhere.

Singing in the stroller...

 Going to the St. Patty's Day parade, complete with DeLorean enthusiasts (so weird)... 

and lots of bands. It poured, it didn't matter.

More puddle stomping... lots of puddle stomping...

and, of course, looking out for airplanes...

and more airplanes (like mother like sister like brother -- we all love to have our pictures taken with our eyes closed). 

Sometimes we add mud stomping into the equation, just to mix it up a bit.

We did some spring skiing (rather, Molly and John did while Jack and I wrested strange snow creatures into submission).

Molly got to ride the real lift this trip (no way in heck that I was attempting that so John did the honors).

and got her snow legs under her.

Jack is ready to shred some freshies next year. 

When the weather did force us inside, we checked out the airplanes at the Museum of Flight. 

and paid homage to our recently departed host country. 

We took Nana's tip and checked out the tulip festival up north a little ways. It would have been great had there been tulips (don't be fooled by this display)...

although the daffodils treated us well...

as did the ducks...

I'm pretty sure John and Molly were psyched by my repeated oohing and aahing over the huge fields of daffodils.

Finally, when all else is quiet, there is always the playground.