Monday, July 29, 2013

scenes from summer

this year's hanging flowers.

ice cream with friends.

 back porch evenings.

 farmers markets.

 evening walks {with super heroes}.

afternoons in the country.

 camp views.

visits from college bff's {and her bun in the oven!!}.

Friday, July 26, 2013

beach people

Around Portland there are three categories you can divide people into {according to me} based on where they run off to in their free time.  Some people are mountain people, some are city people, and some people are beach people.  We definitely fall into the latter.

For me, this love affair started as a child.  I spent the majority of my childhood in California and therefore my childhood memories are filled with sand castles, jumping waves and digging for sand crabs.  The ocean calls to me like nowhere else.  It's beauty and serenity is unsurpassed.  My favorite aunt loves to remind me of the time she came to visit us from the Midwest and my family {of course} took her to the ocean.  She recalls that I scrambled up on to a rock, opened my arms out as wide as they could reach and loudly proclaimed, "Ocean, my ocean!".  She then made me promise her that one day I would buy a house on the ocean where she could come visit, to which I happily obliged.

I suppose you could say I started young as an ocean addict.

Obviously, I still don't own that ocean front home, but this doesn't stop me from visiting whenever the opportunity arises.

And bringing friends along.  

And inadvertently matching them... if I was 12 years old again, this probably would not have been an accident, but at the ripe ol' age of 29, I'll just chalk it up to  'great minds think alike'.

^^This picture makes me laugh.  Does it not capture motherhood perfectly??  He happily explores the world while his mama looks on, trying her best to let him be independent, but has her arms outstretched, always at the ready. 

Ocean, my ocean.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

summer lovin'

shirt: Target, shorts: Gap Factory, sunglasses: Michael Kors

This summer may just go down in history as one of my all time faves.  Nothing particularly exciting has happened, no glamorous vacations or big getaways are planned, but for some reason everything just feels right.

Maybe it's because Jon finished his second year of med school, rocked his board exam, and has already begun his third year.  I cannot even believe we have passed the halfway mark with his schooling {not counting residency... just don't bring that up yet, please.  Let me live in my bliss just a little longer...}.

Or maybe it's because I am still loving my new job {can you still call it new after almost 6 months??} and the schedule is still a dream come true for us.

Or maybe it's Sam.  Little Sam... could he be any more fun??  Four is the age.  It's a fact, my friends.  I know I've said it at every stage, but seriously it cannot get any better than this.  He is my little buddy, my partner in fun, my best little super hero and my constant jokster.  Everything is a miracle through his eyes and each day a fantastic adventure.

I think for the first time in my life, I could happily stay in this place & time forever.  Summer, I think I'm in love.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

road trip. heck yes. {part 2}

Before the sun had even had the chance to rise, we packed up our things and said adios to Salt Lake.  And onto Wyoming we went.

Poor poor Sam has been cursed with car sickness all his life.  The little fella' is all too familiar with that belly churning feeling and now knows when to ask for a barf bag 'just in case' :(  On particularly winding roads this calls for frequent stops.  So if you ever find yourself driving down a lonely highway and come across this scene:
...just give us a little wave as you pass.  We're a-okay.  Just trying to divert a small disaster in our back seat.

Straight on through Wyoming and into Colorado we went, and after 8 more hours we came across these fine folks:
We hiked, swam, shopped, and caught up.  It was SO good to see them. 

 We also found the Batmobile {while wearing our very own Batman shirt!!  Colorado, your miracles never cease to amaze...}

 Took in some gorgeous views.

 Took a strong stance on skin cancer prevention.

Practiced our smooth moves ;)

Got inked.  Superman style.

Hiked some more.

 Saw a fox!!

Became a fox. and a bear. and a moose.

 Introduced the Colorado wild to Spidey.

Walked a mile in Forest Gump's shoes.

 Roasted marshmallows and hotdogs over an open fire, just like the cowboys of old.

  And then, just like that, it was over, and the long trek home began.

Mimi, Papa, Grace and Nick, we love you and miss you!

Monday, July 8, 2013

a much less lonely cup of coffee

They're back!  They're back!  My boys are back!!  And I survived!

And with IKEA being just down the road from the airport, we all stopped in and celebrated with a free cup of coffee, another succulent and a set of new patio furniture.  IKEA, good for all occasions.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

one is the loneliest number

Today just may have been the hardest day I've ever had as a mama.  Well maybe not the hardest, his birthday was sure a heck of a lot harder, but it definitely falls into the top 5.  Today I took my guys to the airport and with big squeezy hugs & kisses, sent them off.  And I will be back to greet them again with big squeezy hugs & kisses on Sunday when they return.  That's SIX days.  FIVE nights.  If you're counting.  I am.  I may not survive.  I warned Jon that when he gets back I may look like Smeagol from LOTR due to my extended time in solitude.  He didn't seem to give much credence to my warning.  Only time will tell...

But before they left, Sam gave me one last hug and asked if he could keep my love in his heart.  To be honest, the question was actually quite a bit more convoluted than that as there were lots of extra "you's" "yours" and "my" and "mine" added in there.  It's kind of a difficult concept to put into words really, especially when you're four.  But I knew what he meant and he knew I knew.

And then they were off.

And I got back into the quiet car.  No husband, no Sam, not even his empty car seat.  But I was holding it together-ish.  And then, then Sam's and my song came on the radio.  And that did me in, the last blow by that big, bad wolf to my feeble straw house.  *Commence ugly cries now*

So I decided to do what anyone in my position would do: drown my sorrows at IKEA with a free cup of coffee, two succulents and a new storage bin.  And it worked.  kinda...

I keep telling myself that it'll be alright and to make the most of this time by myself.  Jon is dutifully texting me an exorbitant amount of pictures {as instructed}, but this house is too quiet for my liking.  And there aren't enough hugs or giggles or super hero's running around.  And there are no crayons strewn across the living room floor and nobody to ask me questions non-stop and nobody to read books to or to help with the especially tricky puzzle pieces.

Harry Nilsson was right, one is the loneliest number.  {yes, I had to google that.}

All in all, today I am grateful for two things:  extra large sunglasses and a hidden tissue stash in the glove box.