Visitors #15, 16, 17 and 18 of the summer/fall visitor brigade came and went this weekend and again we’re left with a couple extra pounds, a messy kitchen and some giant smiles on our faces. This is becoming a consistent post-visitor status for us: chubby messy smiley syndrome. But hey, I’m not complaining one little bit because this past weekend brought us Brother Nate, sister-in-law Cindy and nephews Nolan + Harmon. And it was good.
Between jobs and kids and new homes and you know, life in general, it’s hard for anyone to get away on a vacation. So it was especially stellar to us that they decided to spend their time (and cash money) to come visit us hippies in Stumptown. Seeing our city through other people’s eyes is always amusing and these guys were no exception. Squash beer and vegan stop signs and shirts made out of hemp… this is normal, no? But they were troopers and were up for trying new things and they even tried fake meat in my lasagna, can you believe?!
Also, did I mention nephews! Those two little ones have my heart every day of the week. They are the sweetest, funniest, cutest boys that ever were. But holy balls, all the LOUD. Is this a thing? With kids? The loudness? I’m kidding obviously, I know kids are known to be noise-makers but my eardrums are still wincing at any moderate-level sounds today. Not really but kind of.
There was a trip to the zoo, which resulted in the cutest (fake) bald eagle wings that Nolan then wore strapped to his arms for the remainder of the trip. There was the Farmer’s Market where we tried cheese and saw where brussel sprouts are born. There were numerous attempts to parallel parking a minivan in order to hit up 3 (THREE!) ice cream shops. There was a brewery tasting and a stop at a local bar where a children’s band played bluesy kid’s songs while us big kids drank beer. There was also a trip to Blue Star donuts where we talked about how overrated Voodoo was and then Nolan inhaled a blueberry bourbon donut. That kid is cool. There was a trip to a Thai restaurant where the boys colored and the adults feasted on delicious noodles and we talked about how alcohol doesn’t cure hot pepper-mouth, as I once thought it did. There was also a bonfire and s’mores and some good chats about life and kids and of course there was the occasional Christmas Vacation reference.
What I’m trying to say is it was a really good weekend. And I miss them. You will too once you see these monkeys… [ these wings were a hit. i’m thinking of asking N. to borrow them for halloween. although somehow I think a grown lady wearing a bald eagle on her arms won’t have the same effect… ][ i mean seriously… ] [ 20 years ago his dad was giving me those exact same bunny ears. ] [ gus on cleanup duty ] [ And on the 8th day, God created nephews for me to kiss. ]
You guys! We loved having you and miss you so much already. Especially Gus, he’s going through ankle-biting withdrawals. Promise you’ll come back soon? I have a recipe for field mouse hotdish that has your names all over it.