So we hadn't spent quality time with our good friends the Stewart's in a couples weeks, so naturally we decided to go wake boarding on the rainiest day Seattle has had in months.
It was a pretty comical event, but we knew what we were getting into. Somewhere between standing at the boat launch and hopping on the boat, I lost my favorite black flip flops. We managed to find one floating in the water later that night.
Little Finnigin all bundled up with auntie Jessi to keep warm and dry.
Congratulations to Travis who landed the biggest 720 ever!
We decided to head to Azteca to celebrate, soaking wet, and I barefoot. And as if changing Finn's diaper in a public restroom barefoot wasn't interesting already, Finn decided to spice things up a bit by projectile peeing all over everything in the bathroom. After cleaning up and back at the table, Finn barfed all over me, leaving a pool of it dripping off of me and on to the floor (Sorry Azteca). But he was a very happy baby trying to touch everything called a "hot plate".
At home later that night, I was struck with a gut wrenching stomachache which I tried to ignore by falling asleep, only to be awoken 3 hours later to Chase barfing in the toilet, maybe sharing the fajita sampler platter wasn't the best choice.
It's always an adventure in this fam...
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