Olivia and I spent the past week in Oregon at my parents' house, where I grew up. We thought Bryan would be starting his new job (he still hasn't yet, thanks to some lovelies in the HR department that haven't been able to finish up his preliminary paperwork yet), so it was just Bolivia and me in Oregon while Bryan was stuck on his own at home. I thought it would be nice to be able to spend time with family and friends without Bryan having to endure another series of "remember that one time...", but actually it was pretty lame not having him there. Boo to being on opposite ends of the country for an entire week. Some people are good at that. Bryan and I never want to be.
Still, in spite of the separation anxiety, Olivia and I had a good time. Olivia got more dirty than she probably ever has previously in her life and for more days in a row than ever before, but she loved every minute of it. Picking strawberries in the garden with Grandma, helping Grandpa shovel dirt, playing in the sand and the water at the beach--this girl was in heaven. I kind of didn't know what to do with myself half the time because she was so enthralled with what Grandma and Grandpa were doing that it kind of put me out of a job. Not that it's such a bad thing to have the week off.
Sunday we went to church.
Monday we went for an outing in downtown Oregon City, caught a glimpse of my brother as he passed through town, and bought some new backpacks at Ikea.
Tuesday we visited my friend Lauren and her sweet, sweet baby girl (and her sweet, sweet, enormous dog), went to the new visitor's center at the Portland Temple, walked around the temple, and hit up Powell's Books in Portland.
Wednesday we visited the zoo in the morning and... I honestly don't remember what we did the rest of the day.
Thursday we made all of Olivia's dreams come true by going to the beach. She got to play in the sand with her bucket and shovel (that she earned by going poo poo in the potty), build a sandcastle, and put her toes in the ocean. It was less than 60 degrees out, but she didn't care. She would have happily played there on the shore all day if we had let her. That girl is at home in the sand and the ocean. Sometimes, so am I. After we dried off we walked around the beautiful little town of Cannon Beach and watched the glass-blowers. Then we headed off for the Tillamook Cheese Factory. Hello legendary free samples and ice cream that makes me feel like home.
We didn't have any big plans on Friday. We went to the bank and grocery store, played in a really wonderful little park in Lake Oswego, and had a picnic dinner with my adopted sister and her family. We topped the evening off with roasted marshmallows over a campfire in the backyard and one last visit from a couple of my dear, dear friends.
I literally took hundreds of pictures. I hope to have the time and energy to be able to sort through them all and post the good ones here on the blog soon, but I'm not making any promises yet. We just got home yesterday and, despite Bryan having the entire house clean upon our arrival, the house is a mess and there are suitcases to unpack and dishes to wash and a certain father in the house being honored today.
All in all, it was a fun week spent in the house I grew up in, traipsing around my old stomping ground, and spending time with people I've known forever and I'll love just as long. But--ahh--it's nice to be home.