Just a quickie post to drop off a few photos from our little family vacation to Chicago/Indiana last week. Though I’m not quite sure you can call it a “vacation” when you have a 20-month old in tow. It’s kind of like everyday life, but with a side of heightened anxiety, public restrooms, and jet lag. It’s not exactly relaxing, is what I’m saying. And don’t even get me started on flying with a toddler. How can you really call it a “vacation” when you’re spending numerous hours suspended in a tin can in the air, touching body parts with total strangers, with a wiggly kid on your lap who is constantly rolling the tantrum dice. I’m sprouting gray hairs just reliving it.
All that said, I absolutely LOVED our “vacation”. No really, I did! I never used to understand why parents would take their tiny children on trips. I mean, they’re not going to remember it… right?! But I totally get it now that I’m a ma, because it so so fun to explore the world and introduce new things to your little. Even if Crosby won’t remember this trip, Casey and I will. And we’ll remember how excited Crosby was at the Lincoln Park Zoo and how he shoved popcorn in his face at the Cubs game and danced his little butt off at our friend’s wedding. Aaaaaand we’ll remember how he had a full-on meltdown in front of the gorilla exhibit because he ate the rest of MY Larabar and then was pissed that there wasn’t more. (Crosby, not the gorilla. Though I’m sure the gorilla would have wanted my Larabar too.) But honestly, we had so much fun showing our little guy around one of our favorite cities. And bringing him to his first wedding, where he impressed us with his killer dance moves that he no doubt learned from an episode of Daniel Tiger.
So here are the grainest, unedited iphone photos of our trip, if you care to see. I took my nice camera along, but only brought it out once when we were at the zoo and maybe took 10 photos… and now I can’t find the cord to connect it to my computer. So, I’m really sorry that you’re probably missing out on some high quality flamingo butts and blurry giraffe necks. And by I’m sorry, I mean you’re welcome.
Guys. It was 44 degrees at this Cubs game. And we were not prepared. I had packed everything we might need for a rainstorm (#portlandproblems) but not nearly enough warm clothes for the tundra. I’m from the midwest, I should KNOW better!
We only lasted 3 innings, and that’s mostly thanks to a box of popcorn that occupied Crosby’s facehole. His hands were freeeezing, but the kid just kept going. He got his popcorn love from his mama, AKA the “Pepcorn Queen”. (Just kidding nobody calls me that. But they should. And maybe put it on a t-shirt? )
OMG. Look at the people behind us. They were PREPARED, man. Meanwhile, I had to buy a sweatshirt to put under my paper-thin raincoat. And we had to buy a ridiculously expensive Cubs blanket for Crosby in order to save his appendages from freezing off.
What does one do after sitting outside in the freezing cold for 2 hours? They get ice cream, of course! Can’t pass up Jeni’s.
The kid loves ice cream. Also gets that from his mama.
I’m sensing a pattern.
We were actually super pumped about the 2 hour time change because in THEORY, Crosby should have slept until 8:30 Chicago time. Which for us is like, all the dancing lady emojis. But somehow, somehow, the little sheister managed to wake up at 6:30 every morning that we were there (AKA 4:30am Portland time). I don’t get it. It doesn’t make sense. He’s so very lucky that he’s so very cute and sweet.
Where we ate this (lobster deviled eggs) and drank that (killer bloody mary).
And Cros almost slept through the whole thing.
Until he woke up and shoved his face with french fries for a photo opp.
So right, it’s Monday again. Classic.
First, let’s get one thing out of the way since I know you’ve been waiting with bated breath… I’m happy to inform you that we DID get a gym membership this weekend. It felt good. Felt real good. Except immediately after our first workout, which felt real sweaty. But you know, otherwise good.
We were so proud of our accomplishments that we promptly rewarded ourselves with mexican food. As one does. The sun also decided to reward us by coming out of hiding. So the bulk of Saturday was spent outside, wandering around our neighborhood and then meeting some pals at an Oktoberfest celebration at a brewery nearby. Gym + mexican food + german beer = a pretty fulfilling day if you ask me.
Anyway anyway. We also had high hopes for Sunday… and we DID actually get up to watch football at 10am like we planned. We put on our party pants and downed some bloody mary’s at a sheisty old pub that smelled of feet and served some pretty questionable cheese fries. The people watching was fantastic; lots of squirrely football fans throwing out eff bombs and drinking tequila shots before noon, so that was something. But then we then went home and sat down… for the rest of the day. For reasons. Or not. Regardless, we have some catch up to do on laundry and yardwork and you know, just being productive in general.
But that’s what shitty old Monday is for, right?
Without further ado, here’s a few pics from our Saturday Don’tmatterday.
[ #swass #swoobs #swack ]
[ put a knob on it ] [ the news ] [ sangria blanca from ¿por que no?… yes please and thank you every day of the week ] [ Saturday’s are for buying hats and prancing around with this guy… ♥ ] [ Finally found a store that serves both my incense and my axe-ing needs ]
So, here’s to another week. May it be filled with more sweat and mexican food. Preferably at separate times.
Look at me, posting two days in a row! Who am I even?
Not much to share since yesterday except hi, how are ya.
GUYS, it’s Friday guys!
Should we move on to a fully phrased sentence now? K.
What are your weekend plans? We’re going to play billiards tonight. That’s “shooting pool” to the layman. Whatever, i’m terrible at pool. Or anything in general that requires a sports machine. Yes, a pool stick is a sport machine in my book… Of sports machines.
We’re also hoping the rain lets up juuuuust long enough to go on a hike. I might even try to convince myself to actually DO the cliff jump from last weekend. Stay tuned…
In other news we ARE getting a gym membership this weekend. This summer has been brutal on the
meatveggiebag. So, this time next week you can expect me to be all, “oh i work out like everyday etc.”
Also on the agenda this weekend, all the football. Starting at 10am on Sunday. Which means… it’s bloody mary season betches!
Yesterday I actually shouted the words “share the road!” while biking next to an a-hole driver. And with that one phrase, my transition to a true Portlander is complete. Fred Armisen would be so proud.
Have a great weekend! Make good choices.
On Saturday Casey and I went to a brunch event that was put on by Portland Monthly Magazine and a local urban farm to raise money to build an Urban Grange. Soooo Portland.
Aside from the fact that it was for a good cause, the true fantasticness of it was that seven of the city’s best mixologists prepared their signature bloody mary’s for us to try and then vote on our fav. It was truly a tough job and an intense test of character to put myself through something that rigorous. Except no. Because I really love me some bloody mary. In fact, if I had a business card for my personal life it would read:
* Cheese Lover
* Bloody Mary Buff
* Occasional taker of showers
* All-around person
But yah, bloody mary’s are kinda my jam.
Anyways, the day was so much fun. Casey and I did our best to critique (and remember) each of the BM’s (<— that’s not right is it?) but sadly we missed the cut-off for voting. And wouldn’t you know it, the one we liked the least won. What a crock. Regardless, I’ll happily drink the worst of the best or the best of the worst bloody mary anytime.
[ 1. Shrimp in my bloody mary? Please and thank you every day of the week.
2. This is Casey’s face when something is too “horshradishey” ]
[ The judges table. My Everest. ] [ Cheers to all our fellow BMers out there! ]