As long as we’re playing catch-up, Mommy, here are just some of the pictures of the trouble we got into on our last few outings.
OK, so don’t get maddy at Daddy, but he may have taken me to that Hollywood Burger place. He hoped it would be like the Apple Pan of Portland. It’s not. It’s just a’ight.
As long as you’re still not getting mad at Dad, on a subsequent wandering he may have also done this:
On our walk up Division to take Dunkel to Mt. Tabor’s dog park, he got this (it was before he’d sworn off things exactly like this!) as we stopped at Petite Provence. Don’t worry; I let him know how we both feel for not sharing.
We’d rather have bottles in front of us than have frontal, wait, how’s that go?
At least this time he ordered me something. This is jumping back in time to that 9-mile walk we’d told you about. Daddy seriously deserved that half-pint of lemon-pepper saison from Alameda Brewing, just like I seriously earned that fresh-brewed milky pilky. Speaking of earning, here’s what I look like necessitating a fresh dipey in the middle of Fremont St.
Before making our way home on such a hot day, we explored the refrigerated sections of Whole Foods. I swear Daddy didn’t get any of this, but admit it, you wish he had.
Your baby boy and a carrot cake cupcake: two sweetest things ever, right?
Incidentally, let’s take a quick reality check pause. An entire row of frozen gluten free donuts? Is this what glutards are really clamoring for?
Clearly I have no recollection of this next shot being taken. But glad to know that even as Papa careens down the sidewalks of Portland, I hang on for dear life even in my sleep.
If I made it to Buckman, that means I slept for the first 26 blocks. Go me. Mommy, you know this intersection as the one by Sassy’s. Of course, Daddy just thinks of it as the one near the Cascade Barrel House. Go figure.
Our old hood
Which finally brings us to our stroll down the Esplanade. You should totally do this walk with us, like if you two ever get back into running. Dad wanted to go north over the floating walkway on the Willamette, but I insisted we head south to go by OMSI, where a season pass would make a great 4th or 5th birthday present, future-hint-hint.
Ugh, I remember this. He seriously made Dunkel pose for all these pictures with this statue of Vera Katz, the former mayor for whom the esplanade is named. While he was being clever, I was destroying my dipey.
“Katz & dog” is what Daddy calls this. Is his sense of “humor” as inheritable as his eyebrows?
Sorry for keeping the dirty dipey theme going, but to all the babies reading this out there, if you make a stinky mess, you seriously should have someone take care of it in the middle of a rose garden, even more for the aroma than the sight of it. Hooray shortcut through Ladd’s Addition!
Winding up all of our recent adventures, this is the park we cut through just a few blocks from home, taking a much-needed swing break. Weeeeeee.
And finally, having bumped into our neighbor with his babies at the park, this is the brewpub we walked back to (making that day’s trek about 7 miles), for a much-needed, well-deserved break. Beeeeeeeer.
Lompoc’s Hedge House