it was basically a food cart vacation

Our trip to Utah got off to a slow start when we missed our flight! It was totally my fault so I didn't get upset, I just waited a tense hour hoping that I'd be able to get on a standby flight. We got to the gate 15 minutes after they shut the doors, just in time to watch our plane fly away!

I did get the very last seat on a flight to Oakland, which then connected us to Utah. It was a long afternoon, but we made it! Sam was a trooper. On the way to Utah we flew through the worst turbulence I've ever flown through. yikes.  
But! Once we made it it was a week and a half full of fun. Lots of a great food, parks, pools, sun, and of course, friends and family! 
I won't say how many times we frequented art city donuts, but let's just say we tried all the flavors we wanted to. This is my new nephew holding some of the goods when we went to provo's food truck round up, which was a lot of fun. I wish they had had that when we lived there, but then again, I do live in like the food cart capital of the world or something and I'm used to it. But we tried some burritos, burgers, grilled cheese, waffles, green smoothies and pizza. It was all delicious. We all know how I like to plan vacations around food.


Before I start posting things from our trip to Utah, I figure I'd better catch up first. These are from the 4th of July, and I guess the 24th of July is a fitting day to post about it. (I guess?)

We had some friends over for dinner (we had them over last year too and made the same main dish, so I guess we have a tradition started). We (I) hemmed and hawed about going down to the waterfront for fireworks but it was like where will we park or do we want to walk back in the dark or how will sam handle staying in the stroller (not well), ETC so we did not go down which was a little sad. And we can't see a single firework from our building which is lame, but there is always next year, right?

Plus the first night or so that we were in Utah, people were lighting fireworks fairly close to my parents house and so I saw a tiny show, just for me.

But our friends thought ahead and brought some little sparklers so we had a little toddler-friendly firework show and it was still very festive.

happy pioneer day!

july looks like this

week one: so hot. sooooo hot.

Maybe this is the month I figure out how to half-tuck my shirt without it looking dumb.

Missing Utah fireworks

Berry picking: eat alllll the raspberries. Can't wait to go back for more.

Dave wore a hat berry picking, which is literally the first time I've ever seen him in a baseball cap.

Solo flight with Sam today...a little nervous.

Thinking I finally packed without packing 10 extra clothing items, so I'd have them "just in case I really need a cardigan, etc."

I still packed all my hats because I may need all 3 of them at different times, you know?

june was like this

A lot more mediocre meals than we'd like

Forgetting I was making yogurt and burning a crockpot full of milk

Driving along and noticing a small spider floating down my window; calmly grabbing the web string and throwing it out the window. whaaaaat? I'm an adult.

Reading two books within the 3 week check out period because I couldn't renew them. Record of my adult life.

Staying under the grocery budget by $2. Record of our married life, I swear. And it's not like it's make or break, but this time it was about just doing it for the sake of knowing it's possible. The key to our success, after trying many things: one store, one time per week.

Bought beautiful, lovely fabric and then cut into it using a pattern that was scaled wrong so...yeah. Still hoping I can salvage that one. Me + sewing = 2 hours sewing, 1 hour unpicking. oi.  I did make Sam a bucket hat (another pattern scaling issue, so he needs a bigger one already) and finished the quiet book I've been working on for months.

We started watching Goldrush on netflix and I'm a little embarrassed but it's something we can't look away from. So many terrible catch phrases. So many poor decisions. Nothing really happens.

Reading the same books over and over and over...

Face-timing with my sister who was on maternity leave. Why we haven't been face-timing for the last two years regularly is beyond me.

After my no-more-lateness resolution, I was on time to a few more things. Winning. 

Lots of splash pads, parks and story times.

So much assertion of independence and frustration.

Weird stretching. Sweet love for his stuffed animals. He likes to hold them, cuddle them and bite their faces. We can't get enough of this boy! Except at 8:00 pm.

A great birthday filled with donuts, favorite sweet potato burritos, rootbeer floats, strawberry cake and salted chocolate caramel tart. Dave and my MIL can really throw a party! Also I would eat salted chocolate caramel tart every day.

A new nephew that is so so cute, who I can't wait to see next week. (this was the best part of June!) 

baby standard time

I think I may have discovered a way to cure my terrible always-running-late habit. We seem to be always running late, sorry everyone. And I'm sure if you get down to it, it's all my fault. Anyways, having to get another person out the door now who can do nothing by himself except walk (and that is a huuuuge help) out of it, hasn't helped.

I always feel bad because I know lateness is rude and inconsiderate and I don't think my time is more valuable than anyone else's...I just...don't have enough of it! Ha!

The other day Sam had a doctor's appointment and they have you check in 15 minutes before your actual appointment. We are always on time to the actual appointment but usually late to the check in. I decided to bike to the appointment and park at Dave's work since it's two blocks away. I started preparing to leave 45 minutes before we needed to check in (it's a 15 minute ride) and yeah, yeah, by the time I got through the beginning lights and everything, I had 10 minutes to bike to Dave's work so I could have time to walk to the office and make it on time.

I mean, we can't be late again. They probably have a note on our file. So I biked a fast as I could and I totally made it to Dave's work by my goal time and we were within a minute or two of our appointment time. It didn't help that I went to the wrong floor (how many times have I been there?) and I ended up waiting for the receptionist anyways. And then I was embarrassingly sweaty and red-faced during the whole appointment.

I think the cure was having to physically make up the time. I had to bike a 15 minute ride in 10 minutes, which doesn't sound that bad but mind you I was also pulling about 30 pounds behind me. And I think it exhausted the lateness right out of me.

Saturday I had an eye appointment downtown and I left 45 minutes early (nice bonus was I was going by myself, so I only had to get myself out the door). I took the street car and walked some and was fifteen minutes early. Unheard of! I then had to wait 15 minutes past my appointment time. Karma? Sunday: 10 minutes early to church. So far, I'm nailing this on time thing. We'll see how it goes in a few days.

My point is if you are also struggling with being on time, maybe make yourself have to get yourself there via your own two legs. Either the physical exertion or the consequences of that exertion (red face, sweaty) may motivate you to not be late again. And seriously, get moving out the door like an hour and a half before...when will I figure that out??

pick all the strawberries!!

Oh my, I can't get over these photos. Sam looks like a monster, I know.

Our friend Sara invited us to go strawberry picking with her two Fridays ago, and of course we were on board. Picking your own berries is like the number 1 perk of living in Portland. They are fantastic. And for the last two years, we don't end up going until the last week of good berries, and I always resolve to go earlier.

It turns out the last week of May has the BEST strawberries. It was addicting to pick them. Everywhere you turn, more ripe berries!! I think we ended up with 8 pounds? (besides the 2 pounds we froze, gone by Monday). We went again this past weekend and got another 10 pounds? I don't know, but again, it's addicting. You can't let these strawberries go to waste!

Anyway, Sam didn't mind hanging out in the dirt, especially when he got the hang of picking his own berries, ripping the tops off and eating them. He only ate a few green ones. And yes, they were unwashed and dirty, but oh well. I'm pretty sure it's worth the peace and quiet (and immune system building, riiight?). And I got one hour of it while we picked berries in the beautiful mid-morning weather. Sam only sat on a part of the berries and we only got mostly covered in red/dirt.

If you want some fresh strawberries, come on over!

sam's a real portland kid now

A few weeks ago we bought a bike trailer (and then carried it home in the stroller via the farmer's market and the street car...poor planning on our part) and over Memorial Day weekend we finally took it out for a spin.

Before that, however, we had to find a helmet for Sam. All the times we tried on helmets went very poorly. Last summer Sam happily wore hats and sunglasses but this summer, he is refusing to wear anything on his head. But I found one small enough and we let him play with it for days before we had him wear it. He discovered his love for buckles, and play with them anywhere he can find them.

>>Last week, we were at Ikea and for 20 minutes Sam sat buckling the child seat buckle and when he'd clip it together he'd look at me with a big grin on his face and say "I did it!" (I think he is just copying specific phrase inflection: eye-DIH-ih...but seriously, so cute).

On Memorial Day we biked to Sauvie Island to pick berries. It ended up being a 24 mile round trip (!!) and I have no idea why I thought that would be a good ride after our Saturday 4-miler. (so my first and second real bike ride in over a year) 

But slowly (so slowly) and surely, I made the return trip. I just think our bodies are amazing; I was dead tired, but somehow my legs just kept going. Sam did really well for such a long trip, only crying for a few miles on the way home. I felt the same way, but what choice did we have? We had to keep going! Next time we'll plan a little better as far as bringing enough snacks to fuel us (me) for the ride home. 

We also picked a pound or two of strawberries and ate them all night long. (fresh picked strawberries = the best) We had some friends over for dinner and games (made these burgers) later in the day. A great weekend!

Sorry Sam.