From two recent experiences with family members passing away I’ve learned that I feel a strong desire to get out of town after the dust settles. Of course, we don’t forget people, but the change of scenery feels essential. In mid February we stayed a couple of nights at a cabin on Anderson Island, which is accessible via a small ferry from Steilacoom, near Tacoma.
It was wet, as one would expect in February, but we had a good time and spent a lot of time outside.
I was particularly impressed at D’s maturity. We put him a portable crib in a bedroom in the cabin and said, “It’s time to nap here” and he just understood and did it. This is not the norm for naps away from home and school.
There was a brand new playground near the cabin and on the second day someone came by and stuck stickers on the swings. The funny thing was that the three types of swings all were designated for different age ranges, but according to the dire warning on the stickers, there was no swing appropriate for kids aged 2.5 to 3, or people older than 12.
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