Orrin was born on April 17th, 2018 with his full complement of digits and he has already succeeded in turning his parents hearts to mush. More troubling is that he looks forward to exploiting this fact for decades to come. To compensate he has given us a very chill newborn experience. Contrary to what my scattered writings and questionable punctuation would suggest, everyone is well rested and so we are taking full advantage of getting Orrin ready for the outdoors and his role as the junior correspondent on the Urban Outcast beat.
- Fishing floaters out of the kiddie pool
- Scavenging the aisles for the last box of hypoallergenic diaper wipes
- Climbing through the burned out ruins of a Toys-R-Us store looking to recover a piece of my lost childhood
I do not wish to imply that all future posts will be free of blowouts, projectile vomiting, and other such topics. As long as they occur in the service of adventures, they are fair game. That being said, this post is completely safe to continue reading while eating or pondering children of your own.
Day 5 - To the Beach
With the sun shining and a grandmother in tow for support, it was time to introduce Orrin to beach volleyball at Golden Gardens (check out that defense little man). Stage 1 of the plan to give Kerri Walsh's kids a run for their money in the 2040 Olympics is a go:
Day 7 - To the Tulips
With the sun still shining and a grandmother still captive for support, we headed up to the Skagit valley to see the tulip farms in full bloom.
They are an impressive display, especially with a volcano standing proud in the background. Even on a weekday there were plenty of folks around for locals to practice their stiff-arms against their horn so if your nemesis asks for a weekend suggestion, send them to the tulips.
Day 9 - To Lake Washington
Just an excuse to show off that the hound is a lunatic:
Just an excuse to show off that the hound is a lunatic:
Probably going to be a while before the fishing diary returns but the snow is quickly melting off of the trails and looking forward to putting serious miles on the carrier.
P.S. Supposedly Orrin as a Greek name means "a mountain" but recently I also learned Orrin is an anglicized spelling of an Irish name that means "pale". Given the ghostly white complexion of his father displayed above, I think the name will work both ways.