Ah, Sunday, time for me to take the lil’ fellas out for something fun. Just like last week, I decided that the ferry to Kingston would be my best option. The ferry is good because once I get there, I can be a walk on passenger with the kids and then we get the joy of travelling across the water and exploring a town. We can snicker at the poor folks sitting in their cars waiting to get on the ferry. Man, that is no fun! Last week we showed up too late and had to wait in downtown Edmunds for 50 minutes. Well we got to walk up a steep hill, visit a museum, look for gardening gloves for Kris (but the store was too lame to have them), and eat a slice of pizza. I was oogling the “all you can eat” Before we knew it, we had to hurry back to catch the 12:05. Meanwhile, mind you, sweltering people were sitting in their cars in a line a half mile long waiting to get on. Me and the kids would have hated that.
Alongside the ferry we had an escort of two paramilitary pontoon boats, each decorated with a soldier and two massive machine guns. It looked like something out of a movie, probably starring Bruce Willis or Kurt Russell.Rowan liked being carried in the “Baby-Bjorn,” but when we went to the front of the ferry the wind was sostrong that Rowan blinked repeatedly, took in some sharp breaths, and began to squirm and cry in surprise!we had to beat a hasty retreat!

This time, on our second visit to Kingston we looked for a steep hill to hike up. There was a road leading north that climbed 400 feet in a mile. The kids fell asleep but I was pretty sweaty at the top. We found the “Northwest Labor College” a comforting series of buildings with orderly signs
indicating purpose. “DINING” said one. “CLASS ROOMS” another. I had to take pictures of the kids in front of each sign. A Labor College seems like a fun place to go, like, a vocational college. In my job it seems like I’m carrying around tiny nuggets of knowledge and trying to route and order a pile of spaghetti accordingly. All the systems drift toward chaos and it starts afresh every day. How many times have I set out to solve problem X, but problem Y, brand new and urgent supplants my solution time? It is pretty exhausting at the moment. Me and the boys sighed.
When they grew tired of the Labor College, I jogged back down the hill for some adventure in town. This consisted of wandering into a bar (”children are welcome when dining with their parents,” warned the sign) and ordering a pint of Pyramid ale. I also got a hamburger to go. I’d eaten here once with Robert after our climb of Mount Constance and the burgers were great. The waitresses kept coming by to play with the kids, and a gruff old fellow playing pool made hearty comments. Fortified by the cold beer, I pushed the little ones outside to feed the three of us on a green park lawn. Kris and I had a quaint picnic blanket, with a waterproof bottom and cute orange stakes. I duly staked my blanket out, feeling a little light-headed.

I got the kids out of their stroller and they seemed kind of confused laying on the blanket, I think the sun was kind of bright in their eyes. It wasn’t a sunny day, but you know how sometimes thin clouds are worse because the whole sky is uniformely white? So that bothered them. Propping them up to feed was tough. Finally with Rowan’s hand pushing on Elijah’s head we achieved equilibrium with bottles at the right angle for drinking. And so it went.
Finally they were fed and I could eat my steaming burger. It was not as good as I remembered, but still pretty good. Uh-oh, Rowan is unhappy despite feeding! I changed him and put the stroller into “nap mode.” This involves swaddling the subject in blankets, lowering the seat to recline p
osition and putting the yellow blanket over the top. He muttered a bit then dropped off to sleep. I finished my burger then I heard some announcement about the ferry leaving. I quickly calculated available milk supply, approximate crankiness level, and likelyhood of additional marvels in Kingston. A quick diaper change of Elijah, and we moved with whatever haste small babies travelling with their father allowed to catch this ferry. They had a nice nap and I read a book. Back at the car they were so tired I didn’t want to wake them up. Such swea-peas they are!