We drove up to Surrey B.C. to see Popo and Grandpa during Oregon's spring break. We left on Monday morning and drove straight up in the pouring rain - picnicked in the car, sang songs, read books, drew pictures, and played guessing games. As usual, Liesl charmed the border guard who was asking questions about the children's father, by telling him "Daddy had to work. Poor Daddy." She never fails to make the most serious customs officer crack a smile.
Mom had made a blueberry pie and prepared a delicious dinner of salmon, but was sadly starting to feel increasingly ill over the course of the day. She felt feverish, nauseated, and weak, and stayed in bed all day Tuesday with the chills. Poor Popo.
The children and I went to Crescent Beach on Tuesday morning and had a lovely time digging, making trails, playing follow the leader, throwing rocks, and rolling around in the sand.
In the afternoon, Dad finished up his board meeting (he's currently president of his lawn bowling club) and joined us for a bird-watching stroll around Campbell River Park.
We had dinner in White Rock at a seafood restaurant overlooking the bay and pier, which was scenic and tasty and celebratory. But since mom was sadly still feeling awful, I felt we were distracting Dad from taking care of her - and I was worried about the children contracting the virus - and so we packed up and came home on Wednesday morning. Such a bummer. She's starting to feel better today - Friday - finally.
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