Thursday, July 3, 2008

Our interim housing

We arrived in Alaska June 23.  We are staying at Daniels Lake Lodge in an unfinished cabin they were kind enough to let us use for 3 weeks for just less than the price of a hotel room.  It may be unfinished, but I don't think I could have survived 3 weeks in a room with 2 queen beds and a kitchenette.  Here we have a full kitchen (as long as "full kitchen" does not mean that it has all of the kitchenware needed to actually cook a dish), 2 bedrooms, and 2 bathrooms.  That's more than we had in our house in Pocatello!  

The boat dock at the main house.

The kids and dogs have been having a great time.  Brenden decided on our second day here that the large rocks in the road needed to be moved so people don't "break their car" on them.  He spent the next few days hauling rocks back to the cabin and piling them on the side.  Then he decided he was working a little too hard and got smart.  He started hauling rocks in the double stroller instead.  After 2 days of a very dirty stroller, I called Doug and asked him to pick up a wagon on his way home.  Brenden loves it, he can haul with it AND IT DUMPS!  Brenden has also been pulling up grass to make trails through the woods.  He gets up first thing in the morning and announces he has lots of work to do, gets dressed, and heads out the door.  I have never seen that kid eat more food or fall asleep so quickly.  

If a dog could smile, isn't this what it would look like?

When we pulled up to check in, Nolan had pooped - for lack of a better, nicer way of saying it.  I didn't want to unpack there and then in the main house to find a new pull-up, so I quickly found some wipes, cleaned him up, and just put his shorts back on with no pull-up.  So then we came to check out the cabin.  We were all wandering in different direction and I was following the owner who was giving us the whole shpiel (is that really a word? - and I doubt that is how it is spelled).  Our final stop was the master bedroom.  As I was walking across the floor, I stepped in something squishy.  I knew immediately what it was, but thought maybe one of the dogs had done it.  I also quickly realized that they dogs had not been inside yet.  I glared at Nolan and said, "YOU!  Did you poop on the floor?"  He sweetly said, "yes."  Okay, funny story, yes, BUT...  The cabin is tile downstairs and laminate upstairs.  There was one, YES ONE, small piece of carpet in the ENTIRE place and he managed to POOP on it!  

Ethan is not having nearly as much fun as the big boys.  He is tired of crawling on the hard floors and I am tired of him trying to make his way up the spiral staircase.  We have almost no toys here with us, so he is bored and working hard to find things to do.  He enjoys spreading the dog food far and wide and attempting to play in the toilet.  10 more days...

1 comment:

Laurie said...

What a nice way to say I love you to mommy. Nolan is so sweet...I'm sure he wouldn't want to poop on a hard floor...Poor you. I would have been hysterical.