Russian River

We spent Labor Day weekend at the Russian River and had a great time. We walked through the redwoods in Armstrong park, ate cold pizza after Eli finally went to bed, but best of all, we went swimming. Eli got right into the river and sat down, playing with his toys.

The best Eli moment was in the hotel room. He was just tall enough that he could open the door to get out of the room. Which is why we locked it. Well there he is, trying to open the door, and getting frustrated because it wouldn't open. What would you do in this situation? That's exactly what he did: He walked over to the table, got the hotel keys, walked back to the door, and proceeded to mash the keys into the door knob. Is it too soon to call him a genius?




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