I am nowhere near a computer for most of the week, and I haven't been working at the Inn, so I haven't had much of a chance to blog- which is fine, since not much has gone on. Bowden scratched his face, and Lucy is hanging out in the (dangerous) rocking chair.

We went out to eat at 6:30 in a restaurant with ten full tables and one crazy-eyed server.
Bowden was Not Good.

The really astounding thing about having children is how much work they make everything. I just realized how easy my job at the Inn is- on Saturday Josh watched the chilluns and I answered the phone, and did the laundry and checked people out, and still had time to sit down!
The time before, I had brought Bowden and Lucy, and had barely any time to put the laundry in the dryer. Here's how it went-
Bowden watches cartoons for a bit, but then he wants to play on the porch, and leaves the sliding screen open, so Lucy crawls out, then the phone rings, and I'm holding Lucy, and Bowden disappears around the back of the office, out of sight, so I finish the call, and then run around trying to find him.
I make him stay inside and put Lucy down in the living room area, because the phone is ringing, so I take the call, hang up and then hear a huge crash, and Lucy is on the ground, with little scrapes on her nose, and her tongue bleeding, and the phone rings!!!
She loves this little rocking chair, but I have to make sure it is against the couch, otherwise she pushes it back and falls on her face. The pictures are before that had happened, so I took them thinking, "How sweet! My little chubster likes to climb," not, "Danger! Danger!"

On our nightly walks, Bowden has to stop off and do his "trick." If we don't stop, he becomes very unhappy. The "trick" consists of holding on to the railing and climbing around to the other side, under the bush. (It takes forever.)

It was hot, even in Idyllwild, and we went swimming for about a half of an hour at the camp pool. Lucy showed off her new hand-me-down bikini- and old lady cover-up that went with it.
I miss laying out in the sun...with children running about, I don't get the chance often, and I appreciate my mom watching Lucy and Bowden while I did it.
Lucy liked the pool, but loved the nasty, rusty shower that is by the pool so people can rinse off before they get in. She wanted to eat the rocks by the side, too, but my mother was having none of that.

I cut Bowden's hair the other day. But not all of it. Just the sides, and I cut them very short. I cut his cowlicks in the back down, too, because they give him an Alfalfa look, but the result was- the Bo-Hawk!
I took picture to shock and awe, and I also took pictures to commemorate the growth of enough hair to hold a hair clip.
Just enough hair.
So, enjoy the hair that my Grandma and Umpa Do Not Like.
(Hair grows back, it's okay.)

The camp that was in this week rented a couple of those inflatable mazes and games, so before the campers came in, we were able to try out the maze. Bowden loved it so much that he lost his pants somewhere in the thing, and came out soaking wet- just after thay set it up we had an uncommon downpoar.
I raced Bowden and a little girl named Eden, and won. Bowden and Aunt Rosie raced, and I think that the maze won that competition. Nanny and Lucy stayed dry, but Lucy desperately wanted a turn.