This weekend Trubacca's paternal grandmother came for a visit from California- so we ditched her and caught a bus into Seattle for some kind of sandcastle competition at Westlake Center. Apparently, Renae had a great picture of Felix and I sitting in our seats, looking like a couple of Monday morning commuters on our way to another day at the office in the big city. But she couldn't get the camera to snap the picture in time and we were at our stop, so what you get is Trumie and I hurrying out of our seats so we don't miss our stop.
There weren't as many sandcastles as I would have thought, about ten, but Felix enjoyed himself nonetheless. There was little bird on top of Toasty the Snowman's hat that Felix took a shine to, unfortunately it's not in the picture. But it's gone now, the sand sculpture is destroyed, and that little bird that so captured the fancy of a little boy is nothing but a memory.








Here are a few more sand sculptures that no longer exist.