to market to market

"To market, to market.  To buy a fresh pig.  Home again, home again. Jiggity jig"....so goes a page in one of the kids' favorite books.  Well, we didn't buy a fresh pig, but we did saunter through the Pike Place Market on Sunday and came home with a "jiggity jig" in our step. 

Grandma and Grandpa Wasenmiller were up for the weekend and we headed dowtown for lunch at the Steelhead Cafe and then to the market. I can't think of another outing that utilizes all 5 senses to this degree.  Sensory overload for toddlers!  William's mental rolodex is still trying to process "Santa Claus" playing music. We watched cheese being made at Beechers, we poked the eyes of the fish on display, and we sampled chocolate pasta.  Gracie is still wondering why I don't make chocolate pasta for dinner. Thank you, Pike Place Market. 

We couldn't leave without our brilliantly colored tulips all nestled in white paper.  Ahhhh....I have spring fever. The kids each picked out a bunch and Grace was granted a "bonus" bunch-one given to her by the flower proprietor.  People like that just make me smile-but not as big as Gracie's smile the entire ride home.  She promptly picked a vase out of the cabinet and we headed upstairs to find the most perfect place for her flowers.   (She may not realize it, but her sweet brother that sleeps in the crib across the room from her will have these scattered about before the clock strikes 10pm.)
The kids fell asleep on our way home-it was way past nap time.  Handy husband and I made a "newbie" parent move...we took the scenic drive home to kill some time.  We knew once we got home, they would wake up.  I call it a "kids win, parents are exhausted" move. 

A lovely day, indeed.  So lovely, we even skipped naps.  Crazy, I know!

 Graham's stamp of approval

 All of this reading makes me tired.

 Family pictures like this still amaze me.  How did we get to 5??

 "Um, hey there snapper....you can take the shades off.  You're not in Florida anymore".

 Why is Santa Claus playing the guitar in March?

 Daffodils mean Spring!

 "Thanks for the tunes, Santa.  Here's a dollar. Remember me in December."

I choose these!

 Aren't they beautiful?  You should see the pretty 3 year old behind them.

Tuckered out with tulips.