After a rough Friday night of Elliott crying and Zoë waking up to share her thoughts at 3, 4, 5, and 6am, we stumbled downtown to the Seattle Aquarium at opening time. I like the early part of the day there: not too crowded, and the guys cleaning the giant fish tank put on a little show.
They talk to the kids with their cool underwater radios, they give high-fives through one foot of glass, and finish up with the "Underwater Somersault of Death." Today was migratory bird celebration day, so they had activities and face painting (Zoë got a pink, migratory [?] crab on her cheek). Elliott toddled around, unpainted. We saw everything once, then had lunch at the upstairs cafe. I just got coffee and ate everything the girls rejected, which was a lot.
It's amazing how half a day can disappear like that.
