Before church this morning, I took the kids to the Yolo Basin Wetlands for a nature drive/walk.  Maddie liked the rocks.  Matt and I enjoyed the birds and beaver lodges.  Something I like about fellow early-morning birders and hikers?  They’re so much more friendly than commuters. 

Church was good.  Saw one of my old students.  Which reminds me.  In the terminal at SeaTac, I saw a family from my old school.  The same family I ran into in Washington, D.C.  Let me say that I NEVER see them around town...and now I have seen them in two different states.  Bizarre.

During Maddie’s nap, I took Matt to the library and then to a group playdate.  As I dropped him off, his third-grade crush was arriving.  As Ryan and I picked him up, he gleefully told me that TWICE during hide-and-seek, “...we conveniently hid in the same place.  Not the same room.  The same place.” Goodness, I’m not quite sure what to think of my little Romeo.  I know *I* had third grade crushes (Alan), and I’ve known a few of my boy students have been smitten, but this just seems early for a boy to be clued into the whole crush thing. 

After church, we visited Ryan’s stepmother in the hospital.  She is recovering from pancreatitis and the accidental morphine overdose they gave her when they admitted her to the hospital.  We learned of her illness a few days before our return from Seattle, and I’m glad we were able to visit her.  We love her a lot, so it’s hard to see her there...especially because we’ve known for years that she is phobic about hospitals to begin with. 

My daughter, by the way, seems to have grown six inches since we left for Seattle.  She actually *looks* like an almost-four-year-old.  How’d that happen?

Off to bed.