Last weekend, we celebrated Dad's not-fortieth birthday by taking a day trip to Bainbridge Island. It was a pretty big adventure for M and involved a long string of her favorite things. Like walking to the bus stop and riding the bus.
And visiting the market for the second time in a week. This time, we didn't spend ten minutes staring at the live crabs and lobsters, but she seemed to enjoy the whirlwind tour.
We rode the ferry. Mostly, we sat inside and looked out the windows at the water and boats and seagulls, because it was incredibly windy on the deck, but incredibly windy can be fun for brief periods of time. Also, it's hard to try to jump overboard when you're riding inside.
The toy store across the street from the delicatessen was celebrating its 30th birthday, so we stopped by for a look around, a free balloon, and a photo op with some poor sucker wearing a giant Calico Critter costume. For some reason, we thought M would be delighted to meet an over-sized stuffed cat. We were wrong. On the plus side, she didn't cry. She also did not smile. At all.
Fortunately, she had a few bicycle racks to cheer her up afterwards.
And lots of leaves.
And creepy pumpkin-headed scarecrow photo props.
It might not have been the healthiest day of eating we've undertaken lately--a good birthday celebration shouldn't be--but Dad and Mama agreed at the end of the evening that it was, in fact, A Good Day. We're pretty sure M thought so, too.