On Sunday Froggy died. Okay, so actually he died on Saturday but we didn't tell Ephraim until Sunday. So the big question was what to do with a dead frog. Ryan suggested flushing him and E was not pleased with that idea. We called his more mature cousin ("she is 4 and half, mama") to see what she did with her dead fish. She told him to bury it. He didn't like that idea either. So when we asked what he thought he should do he said put in the sea. Well, a two hour drive to the coast seemed a bit too much for a frog the size of a nickel. So we compromised and took Froggy down to the Willamette river downtown and said our goodbyes. Yes, I know this seems a bit silly but it was important to him that the Froggy go somewhere he might be happy. Then we had the most restful morning walking up and down the boardwalk. Portland is basically a ghost town on Sunday morning. It seems everyone without kids must sleep in until eleven.
Ryan's mom had left the day before and we had such a good time with her that Ephraim was a little sad. And then we had to tell him about Froggy, so a nice family morning without kitchen work was really nice. He got over it pretty quickly and things are back to normal now. Death is a really strange thing for a four year old to comprehend, but I think now he gets it. Sort of.
So here is a link to our new pics, there are some pretty good ones of our tram ride at OHSU with Lynda and Portland's waterfront:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lloydphotos/sets/72157603118691055/
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