On Friday evening, we decided to head down to the Spit for a family walk. As we walked on the path above the harbor, I spotted an otter floating around munching on its dinner amongst the boats. We headed down to the docks to get a closer look. While we’ve seen otters from the beach before, it was a fun treat to get a closer perspective. Papa B noticed right away that when the otter would dive down to hunt for the next morsel of food, little bubbles would rise to the surface of the water. Little B, Papa & I enjoyed tracking the bubble trail in an effort to guess where our little friend would pop up next. After one particularly successful dive, he emerged with several small crabs. We were even close enough to watch him flinch after he got pinched by his dinner, and hear the crunch as he munched through the shells. Of course, we didn’t bring along our camera (that guarantees a cool wildlife sighting, doesn’t it? Ha!), so our phones had to suffice. Spontaneous little adventures like this are one of the many reasons we love Alaska.
Last weekend, we had a nice, lazy little Saturday morning in the works. Baby B decided to let us sleep in a bit more than normal, and then Papa B made a pot of coffee while I nursed Baby B and Little B played contentedly. All the while, the bright morning sun lit up the house. The plan was to make brunch, and then pack up the kiddos to meet a hiking friend and her daughter for an afternoon outside.
Fear not, a volcano didn’t erupt and cover us in lava or ash. An earthquake didn’t bring our house tumbling down (in fact, we didn’t even notice the recent 4.9 mag quake). A tsunami didn’t destroy our town. A massive winter storm didn’t bring down power and telecommunication lines. Nothing dramatic like that. We’ve just been in a sleep-deprived stupor and our stockpile (a generous description, I assure you) of pre-written posts was extinguished.