Ouest isn’t so grown up that she doesn’t have the occasional meltdown. Today we had an early morning bout of crying because, get this, she didn’t have any purple underwear. And if she didn’t have any purple underwear she wasn’t going to wear any underwear at all.

We had a couple of Bum friends come by to meet with us today. Jeff and Daile have been following us for quite a while now and decided to drive on over from Idaho to have some pizza. And to try and fix my laptop that I’ve been nursing along now for over a year. Repair attempts failed, but pizza consumption was a grand success. Thanks for coming out guys.

The internet is a strange thing, making our world smaller and smaller. Ali and I aren’t from Portland and yet our schedule is packed the next couple of weeks meeting with friends that we’d have never known had it not been for this website. I’m going to try and keep a running tally of how many times we’re asked, “Isn’t it weird that I know everything about you guys and you know nothing about me?”

Ouest got a taste of what Grandma’s are really all about today when she got to go shopping with her one on one. She came skipping in the door two hours later with purple and pink sparkly shoes on and a plastic cell phone up to her ear. We are going to have so much “un-learning” to do when we get back to the boat. Oh, she also came home with purple underwear. So Grammy gets a pass on this one.

On the way to pizza later Ouest sat in the back seat carrying on a five minute imaginary conversation with Grammy back home.

“Me miss you Grammy. Thank-you for new shoes Grammy, thank-you. Me miss Binton (the dog Winston). Me hungry now Grammy. Pizza. Okay bye.”

Lowe has managed to pick up a cold. The boy has gone from food poisoning to teething to a cold in quick succession. There hasn’t been much relief for him or for us lately.