Saturday, July 31, 2010

The August Break 2010

A blog I read is hosting a blog event. It runs for the month of August.


I'll be taking a bit of a writing break and playing around with my camera. Let me tell you, I am no professional behind the lens. Not even a little bit. I just have fun. I'm not worried about composition, lighting, shutter speeds (what is that, anyway?) or that stuff. I just know what looks pretty to me and I'll be documenting August with photos instead of so many words.
To learn more about the August Break and for a full list of contributors, click here.

Cannon Beach: Surf, Sand and Shaker Shingles.

This is a bit of a continuation of my post on our trip to Oregon.

Saturday dawned bright and early - the weather was amazing...we could see our breath when we walked out of the hotel at 7:30 am. It was that chilly.


The drive from Portland to Cannon Beach was perfect. Foggy mountains looming in the distance, grand old pines on either side of the road, fun little road-side farmer's markets. Divine.

And then, we arrived. Cannon Beach stole my heart. I had no clue it would be this adorable, New England-y town with shaker shingles and white trim. Shakers are my favorite exterior design element.


The whole reason we made the trip to Oregon was to celebrate the wedding of Mr. B's childhood buddy. Here they are in their wedding duds before heading down to the shore for the nautical nuptials. (Yup, I just used alliteration for the second time in this post - I'm cheesy like that.)

Look at this. It's like the Brawny Man and Mr. Clean. Seriously - makes me want to clean my kitchen...

I'm in love with this Grandpa (the groom's) and his girlfriend.
They've been "goin' together for about a year now."
Love. It.


Know what else I love?
This guy.
And this little, grumpy baby.
And this beach.
And that a huge rock back there.




It was chilly on the beach and he still had a cold. Give him a break.


Pretty wedding site with Mason jars of beach rocks and shells and sand.

They "Do."

Signing the certificate.
I was checking out the bride's sweet, feathered hair clip and her luscious white flowers.
She looked so beautiful - and rightly so.



After the wedding and small brunch gathering, we changed out of our fancies and donned some blue jeans. We strolled around the town - not yet ready to get back in the car and head to the city - and made our way to the beach.


Stealthy photos of stranger's beachfront homes.


One of the most beautiful beaches I've had the pleasure of visiting.
Look at those mountains!
Excuse the pitiful Midwestern girl.
I get excited about things like salt water and mountains...heck, I even get excited about rolling hills.
Beginning to think I'm not cut out for endless corn fields and the occasional silo sighting.






That mammoth back there is called Haystack Rock.
It's a marvel.
Totally amazing.

The pleasure of dipping my toes in the icy Pacific might just last me all Summer long...

***


Not to worry, when we were leaving for the Portland airport on Sunday morning
(we decided to forego our trip to Seattle and save it for next time - a sick baby makes for a poor travelling companion) I got a chance to try for a Voodoo donut one more time. Second time's a charm, ladies and gents! I got my sugar high.

This menu makes me blush...

Sugar-holic dream: Buckets of Donuts.
I got the bacon maple bar.
Yeah, a donut with bacon on top.
Surprisingly addictive.

Voodoo Donuts II is housed in a pepto pink brick building.
A fitting color for a tummy-ache waiting to happen.

So yeah, I loved our trip.

Oregon, you haven't seen the last of us...

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A Day in July

*Yawn.*
Good morning...if my coffee mug says it's going to be a good morning, I guess it will be. Can't argue with a cup, can ya?


Baby had a rough night. Who am I kidding? Britt has a rough night every night. He forgot how to sleep more than 2 hours straight...thus, the yawn, and the coffee (still decaf) and the valiant effort by my coffee mug to make this morning decent.

Letting Sasha, the trusty dog o' the house, out. She's recently lost her partner in crime, my little Yorkie, Teddy. But that's another blog post for another day.
Solo Sasha takes on the chasing of the bunnies that have claimed the garden over night.

Time to change the babe. Look at those legs. That's some squeezable stuff, right there.


Little Evie's a grand helper. But she is very Kate Moss in the morning. All stringy hair and lanky limbs in a too-big tank.



Bubba - we've taken to calling him "Bubba." No, we're not from the depths of Alabama - plays with his toys while I try to fight the morning grog and get the big piggies breakfast.



Breakfast.

Beck's little hand pointing to his plate of choice.
(Paper plates: a summer staple in the B household. I know, that's so un-perfect-blogger of me.)


Look at those sweet lips full of rice cereal. Ugh...I'd kiss them if they weren't so goopy.



After breakfast, the big piglets read their stack of library books while I put Britt down for a nap.

Cleaning up yesterday's Cootie aftermath.

I get the kids in their clothes for the day. A sundress for the Little Miss, by request. Here she is being Mama to her Baby Faith.

We're gearing up to go over the river and through the woods to Grandma Honey's house for a "just because" visit. I love those kinds of visits.


I wrap some mini-loaves of zucchini bread to bring to my mom. I've been baking up the zucchini from the garden like a mad woman and then popping the goods in the freezer.

I hear some grunts and squeals from my bedroom and go to find that this little piglet has woken from his nap. I wish I were always this happy to wake up.

Britt sleeps in my bed for naps. He takes a much longer nap if he's in my bed. I tribute it to his sensitive baby nose - if the bedding smells like mama, he feels comfortable snoozing longer.

Packing our bags for an overnight stay at Grams. So much stuff for one little night.


Babies: Ready.

Stopping for a fill up for the gas-guzzler. Yes, that's an antibacterial wipe I've got on the handle...gas pumps give me the creeps.

Rewarded for our 30 minute drive by this sight:

The perfect Grammie's house, no?

Grandma Honey promptly snatches Britt for a quick snuggle. And I grab the PB&J to whip up some sandwiches for lunch.

Beck "helps." :)

Nap time approaches. I, silently, rejoice for the respite in kid-duty. I'm still fuzzy from my night of no sleep.

Evie climbs the steps to the Grandkid's Room. Or "The Paris Room" as I like to call it.

Mom has a perfect shade of blush pink on the walls and a map of Paris hanging. The curtains are a European street scene toile. It's a fun room.

Sleep well, monkey.

After kid's naps, they get to work in the yard. Picking up sticks and puttering in the garden...

...and finding some time in there for a little imagination play.

Evie helping Gram with dinner. The Kate Moss look has returned after her nap.

Beck serving in time-out after doing some offensive big brother thing or another. And then we eat a quick dinner.

My little brother...not so little anymore...snuggles little piggy while I prep for a Starbucks run and a trip to the worst store ever.

Full of S'bucks mini-donuts and stones (read: "scones") we drag our tired selves home to put on jammies.

Auntie Alli is home from work...we take time for a pajama-ed romp on the couch.

Strangulation or hugs? Sometimes, with kids this age, it's hard to tell...

I enjoy it either way.

Gram takes the kids up and tucks them in bed while Sister and I lace up the running shoes and go for a night-time run. We go 2 miles.
I use the terms "run" and "2 miles" quite loosely. Interpret that as you will.

We're training to run a 10K this fall.

At this point the night is pretty much over. We stay up and talk about sister things in a manner only sisters can have. And then, after a last baby feeding, I tuck myself in and sleeeep.

...for approximately 2 hours until I'm woken up by a cute, but very annoying, baby.

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