St. Helens

Bad news this morning -- coolant in the engine pan, which means we are leaking coolant. Luckily, though we are two hours away by boat, we are only 20 minutes away from the boat yard by car, and they sent a guy. A part has broken off of the exhaust manifold, whatever that means. The boat guy removes it and takes it to a guy to sauter it back on. While Aaron works on engines, the babies and I have taken over the little park above the marina: playing soccer, spy, and kung fu guy. (Skeety is the one to talk to if you want the rules on that one.) Grace is in a tree and the boys are wrestling in the gazebo/bandstand. There is a good breeze blowing, and it is sunny and about 75 degrees. Wyatt says the large courthouse flag is laughing at us. Jake has lost his front tooth, and I have been enjoying asking him how old he is and hearing his response: "sith."