We walked to the park...that is, Cora and I walked, and Chloe rode her bike. She did especially well riding to the corners and waiting for us to catch up so we could cross the street together. It's a good thing Moxee has the street life of a ghost town.
Last weekend we tried to go camping. We got pretty close to it, until Chloe began complaining of an annoying noise her ear that night. We were already camping. At four in the morning we awoke to a small splotch of blood on her pillow. Needless to say, we were in the cruiser on our way to the ER by 4:30am. We discovered that 5AM on Saturday is a really good time to get into the ER...you know, if you have to go. She had gotten an ear infection that failed top show until we had reached higher altitudes.
We quickly decided that we were done camping and I went up and retrieved the camper while the girls got prescriptions. Sunday, we decided to go to the park while Chloe burnt off some energy which she seemed to get from her ear drops. Cora read her Kindle and watched the kid on the playground and I went around taking pictures of random insects. When I came back it was time to discover the creek.