We started a ritual upon our return from Mexico. Every night at bedtime Mason wants a "whale story." It can be anything - from whales in swimming pools to blow-hole capers. He loves everything whales. Well, there are some caveats...the story must start with "...a BIG whale." If it's a little whale he interrupts and we start over. Oh, and tonight I tried to introduce a purple whale. "No purple whale" he quickly corrected me. (With a look like, "duh, Mom....do you really think I'd like a purple whale??") Big bully whales are the best. He likes the ones where they eat other fish and mess up the water.

Both kids still fondly refer to Mexico. Today Kenzie said, "why do we have to live in Seattle?? The weather is terrible here. I want to go back to Mexico where it's sunny. I want to move there."