Ferndale is kind of like home because you can walk the whole town and never feel lost or scared. Baby Bug and I walked up and down just about every street. We looked at trees and streams and even the town cemetary. We marveled at how moss grows on everything. When we got bored of that, we ventured out of town (three blocks over) and looked at some cows and a horse.
Baby Bug has never seen a cow or a horse before. We read about them in her books all the time. I point at the cow and say “mooooooo” and sometimes she says “ooooooouuuu” back at me. (She’s boycotting the letter “m”.) Seeing a real cow in the flesh was pretty exciting. Seeing a horse was even more exciting. Especially since the horse sauntered over to us as soon as he saw us paying attention to him by the fence.
I hate to admit it but I’m a city girl and this great big horsey thing that has giant teeth and blows snotty air at me is pretty frightening. I know horses are friendly and I could probably feed it some grass or pet it’s soft mane but I found myself backing up. I mean, what if it bit me or even worse jumped over the fence and kicked me! Horses can smell fear can’t they?
Baby Bug wasn’t afraid at all. She thought the horse was a dog so she barked at it.
Like idiots, we went and wore out our welcome at the relative’s. It’s an easy thing to do when you have a baby who gets up at five in the morning, a husband who sleeps until noon and a me who thinks she’s losing her mind because she can never find anything in her many many suitcases. Thankfully, the relatives are cool about it and there are no hard feelings at all. We were super worried about wearing out our welcome since we tend to take looooong vacations and they have regular lives to get on with. We asked them to kick us out before we smelled like old fish. Too bad we don’t have enough sense in our heads to kick ourselves out but you know how it goes… It’s so cozy to stay at relatives where you don’t have to cook your own food and the the coffee pot is always on.
So we packed up our many many suitcases and baby gear and headed to our favorite hotel in Ferndale. (The next best thing to mooching off relatives.) I love staying at the Victorian Inn. They have wifi here: major bonus points in my book. Plus, the rooms are really big so you almost feel like you’re in your own little house. There’s a huge room where the bed is, a nook with windows all around for a table and an instanta-office, a bathroom so big there’s a dresser and a trundle bed in it and there’s a game room down the hall for socializing with the other guests and eating free breakfast.
Then when you get tired of hanging out in your gigantic room, there’s the cutest little main street to wander down. I’ve written about it before but I guess those posts are lost with the missing archives. Anyhow… speaking of wandering, the baby is tired of playing with her toys on the floor so that means I need to pack her up and take her for a walk and maybe do some shopping while we wander…
More pictures for Baby Bug’s down south Grandma who’s missing her… also some more of the painting of the mother and baby that you can see behind Baby Bug’s head. I like this room we’re staying in because it’s pink and it has that picture.