First, we went to Salem and played with my sister, Lexie, and baby Brizzy. This is at the splash fountain. Oregon doesn't have pools. They have fountains. Works for me. By the way, I've seen about 50 little girls with this swimsuit this summer and Portia's the only one with a perma-wedgie. Hhmmm, ghetto booty much?
Portia loved baby Brizzy, to say the least. Every time we were around her, she'd try to pick her up, put the binky in Brizzy's mouth, or sit and say, "It's okay, Bwizzy, boo boo." For more pictures of Portia and her cousin, you can look at my sister's blog. She's better at documenting the obsession.
One of Portia's favorite thing to do at Papa and Nona's house was help Nona water the garden. She found a cut-off piece of a hose and spent most of the day pretending to water the plants....especially after she got in trouble for throwing rocks in the fountain.
At the Tillamook Cheese Factory. Crosby, my cousin, and Sierra are holding up the kids here, which might explain the odd expressions.
Palmer didn't want to move. He loved watching the machines cut, bag, and seal the cheese. He asked me if he could work here. Um....I don't know.
Palmer and Hudson, my cousin. Yes most of my cousins on my mom's side are under the age of 12, which is what happens when my mom has kids at 20 and I'm closer in age to my uncles than she is. But my cousins adore my kids and my kids think all my little cousins are the best thing ever. It works out.At the Portland Zoo. It was $2 Tuesday, so it was slammed. But the kids had a blast.
We went to Rockaway Beach and I think it was the first time I've ever seen people swimming in the Oregon ocean. I thought it would be too cold for swimsuits but it was so warm my kids gravitated to the water.
The last few days we spent at my grandparents' cabin at Crescent Lake (central Oregon). This was our view.
Palmer and Portia never wanted to leave the boat. They loved riding the tube but for some reason, I don't have any pictures of them on it. Portia kept asking to go faster. My uncle James taught Palmer to say, "hit it!" when he was ready. He said it every time he got in the boat.
The water at the cabin is straight snow melt. So, even in August, it's good for a quick dip but nothing too long. I have no idea what's up with my arm here but Palmer thought it was funny that we jumped off the dock.