Temporary Ome Sweet Ome

Ome is Boodah's pronunciation, of course. We're in little one bedroom in the back of a warehouse.

It's pretty awesome, right on a float plane lake.

This close to the landing strip, float planes are a bit louder than you might guess. Mister was quite scared the first time one took off. Now he's got a tried and true method, straight from Old School. Earmuffs.

The sink doubles as the bathtub. (There is a shower for grown-ups, but the rugrats aren't too in to it.)

Boodah is pumped about the train. He likes to call it his office. Mine office. Mine work.

And he loves his new Eighbor. (Boodah uses the silent "n" for some reason. It's Boodah-ese.) Here she is, reading him a story.

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