We got these great 300 piece puzzles around Christmas of 2017. We enjoyed the first one so much that we got a second one.
When we finished the first one there was one piece missing, never found it
We started packing to move to and we found the last piece of the first puzzle,
but our story does not end there.
While packing up the green room (our play room) in his haste, Daddy is not sure which of the puzzle boxes he put the missing piece in. Therefore, when you uncover this note some rainy day in Maine when it is time to build the puzzles again, I would advise being ware of this interesting development.
Back at Post: 305 I mentioned the Adventureland park that exist here and abroad, It is a “park” where kids can play with hammers, nails, fire and splintery wood.
Yesterday we finally went to the one in California, in Huntington Beach and I must say, I was so happy and encouraged to be there. There is no fire play at this particular Adventureland, but there is so much confidence building activity going on and it is run so simply and respectfully. These days I am used to there being a form to fill out to gain entry to a kids place and a line to wait in and a costly ticket to purchase. There was none of that at Adventureland. We were greeted by someone who specifically told the rules to Luke ands Lily. I paid my $3 in cash and away we went.
Kind of a super bonus is that the Huntington Beach Adventureland shares a parking lot with one if the largest, happiest libraries I have ever seen.
We have been somewhat unconventional in our birthday parties over the years, garbage trucks, real buried treasures, pinewood derby extravaganza, pretty much anything imaginative and fun that keeps us away from the horrifying spectacle of having a birthday party at an “event” place where grouchy teenagers serve you unpleasant food in a generic, fluorescent lit room.
As my sister said a few years ago, “someday your gonna run out of ideas and there will be heck to pay!”
This year we came close, but at the last minute genius once again motivated our path.
What was the plan?
To buy a bunch, like 100, geodes, and hammers and eye protection. Hide the geodes in one of our favorite places to go rock climbing. Invite Luke friends, give them the tools and let chaos ensue.
Did it work out, yes, was it really fun, YES. Was there a flash flood warning storm that blew in to let us know it was time to go YES! YES! YES!
Was there an amazing, one of a kind, Geode, Lego Chocolate and vanilla swirl cake, OOOOOHHHH YESSSSSS.
The other day we went on a great hike in between some of the year late El Niño storms that have been raging Los Angeles the last month or so.
We went to a place called “Froggy Pond“. Due to the copious amounts of rain it was more like the white water rapids of Santa Ynez Canyon. So cool and so much fun to be there.
Part of our plan was to look for frogs (of course) and possibly even a salamander. Now, just to be clear I personally have never seen a salamander in the Los Angeles environs even though many books claim they are around AND I have looked quite a bit.
But Luke on the other hand has a long history with salamanders as you can see from post #92.
So…, while walking our walk and exploring the river as much as possible I at one point declared (and I cannot tell you why, honestly)
“I am now going to find a salamander!” out loud. To which Luke casually replied a split second later:
“Oh, there is one now!”
People, I tell you my jaw dropped and my heart soared when I looked at where he was pointing and low and behold a large, red California salamander was hanging out on the river bank.
Luke then proceeded to pick him up as if they were old friends, I mean the Salamander did not mind it at all, though when he was transferred to my hand he got a bit nervous and feisty.
I snapped a few photos and immediately I knew that the look on Luke’s face was exactly like the look on Luke face way back at post #92. AND, that it is a very salamander-ish look if you ask me.
There are many times when Luke complains about not having enough to do, seems to be a growing thread of his.
Tonight he went on a good riff out in the back, digging, pick axing, good stuff. When it was time for a bath I told him I was taking Lily in and he could continue his work if he wanted, to which he informed me.
“You know, I am a bit allergic to inside the house. I just figured it out today and it is really good to be outside”