The second part of the trip was a little less interesting because I had to attend to what I was really in Seattle for; work. Let me start by saying that Microsoft is a crazy, crazy huge confusing place. It is as big or bigger than any university you have been too, complete with tons of young people walking and biking all over the place. I was not prepared for the size of it all.

Since I had to attend a training / conference, Sara and Evie took Seattle and the surrounding area by storm. Without poor old dad, they hit up the zoo where Evie got to feed a giraffe (seriously, how did they manage to get “zoo.org”, were they like the first zoo with a website?), the Pacific Science Center, a children’s museum and a full tea service. The coolest part was that our existing Chicago zoo and museum memberships got them into the first two completely scott free.

We also managed to hit up our first really good meal of the trip at Pomegranate in Redmond. Not only did everybody get something that was delicious, they had a really cool kids meal that seemed very fancy, but was really things like mac and cheese and carrots underneath.

As a side note, our rental car was actually very enjoyable. Usually I always end up with something awful, like a Purple PT Cruiser (no seriously, I had one), but this time we landed a nice, respectable Ford Focus. It was small and zippy, the perfect size to fit all of our stuff, and we averaged around 32 mpg. I had some trouble with how small it was until I figured out the manual pump seat adjustment thing, but after that I appreciated the smallness for parking and navigating. It also had this really sweet dash option that gave you minute by minute updates on how your driving was affecting your fuel economy, which was pretty cool. All in all, probably the best rental car I have ever had. Of course I would never buy something non-GM, but I guess buying any new, American car right now can’t hurt.

Unfortunately, the rental car led to another theme of the trip, which was the dreaded Elmo CD. For her birthday, Evie got an Elmo CD that is customized to say her name. I thought it was really cool, at least at the time. More and more Evie was excited that Elmo was saying her name. “He’s talking to me!” It all came together in the perfect storm on the trip when Evie insisted on listening to the CD over and over again, every time we were in the car. Sara had it worse than me with all the side trips, but we probably listened to it a hundred times. It became torturous and the songs would haunt me in my sleep. I can tell you for a fact that hell is listening to Elmo on an endless loop.

I apologize for this part of the trip being less than exciting. Maybe Sara can expound on some of the fun stuff I missed in the comments. Or you can go back and re-read Part One.