10:00 pm and Jack is just getting to bed. He's going strong despite no nap. His first waking words were about his excavator. We headed for Shell Beach in the morning before Papa had to go to his meetings. It's the beach with the tidepools, Greg! We saw a purple starfish and then found a sheltered spot for Jack to dig with the excavator. Stacy and Jack found a really long, huge piece of kelp and pulled it across the beach. When Jack was finally OK to leave, we drove to Gualala and ate at the Cafe Lala, handy for proceeding to Placewares and Four-Eyed Frog. The owners gave Jack a free frog puppet for not watching TV for a week or a lifetime, some chocolate, and tea for Stacy and Anne. We picked out only four books, including another Rosemarie Wells, a truck book, and another Henry Thoreau book. A few minutes for Stacy at a clothes store.
At home, we read and played and tried to nap only to be awakened by a wrong phone number. Upstairs again, Jack constructed an ant barrier out of all of the placemats and stuff in the bookshelf. We'll see if it works.
We took the excavator and the dump truck and shovel down to the area below the dining room where we will plant salau. Jack really did some serious digging and could hardly be persuaded to leave the site for dinner. Just as our order arrived in the bar area of the Lodge, Jack announced he was pooping. Anne ate her dinner and was ready to hold Jack when he and Stacy returned. The french fries were very successful and Jack also ate a little bacon and very little chicken. He has decided that avocado is yucky.
Jack opened all of the cabinets in the kitchen, quite an interesting effect. When he discovered a bottle of bubbles, we headed down for the bath. It's been up and down and up and down ever since with Anne and Stacy forgetting things and Jack announcing that he wants to come to when we go to fetch it. But now he is asleep and hopefully dreaming of playing with his beloved machines. I'll post more photos on Ofoto.
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