Over the sunny weekend, the three of us went down to the marina for a walk (Clem rode her bike while I waddled, hoping to get labor going--it didn't. Cam walked between this super fast girl and me, the super slow waddler, to make sure we were both doing alright).
We scoped out the seals sunbathing on the dock.

 And Clem tried to sneak into the locked marina several times, remembering that this was the place where Grandma and Grandpa had kept their boat last summer. She looked sorrowfully out at all the beautiful boats, wishing their boat was back here, closer to home.

 We told her that Grandma and Grandpa would be bringing their boat back soon but right now it was all the way in Mexico. Naturally, she climbed up on top of the picnic table, trying to see if that would give her the view she needed to see the boat in Mexico