The next few days will be a slew of Portland-inspired posts. I'd like to get completely caught up on the ole blog before I leave for London Town. That's right, folks. On Friday, I'm boarding a flight to London, England. I'm mostly feeling excieity (excited + anxiety). I'm thrilled to be visiting Kimmy, but I honestly do not know if I can leave my Evster.
Having. Heart. Palpitations. Just. Thinking. About. It.
But I digress.
I'm just going to focus on the blasty-blast of a time we had in Portlandia.
We (the kiddos) downed some serious cotton candy.
Keithy could not get enough of his sugar air (cotton candy).
The boys wrestled a little.
And this little lady charmed us in the buff.
She followed Keith in his "bridge."
Matching - blue shirts, pink pants.
Keith watching Chip and Dale with his Thor Hammer.
What a stud.
Evie rode facing forward for the first time.
Cole the Entertainer.
And now, a series of most unfortunate photos.
I'd like to call this segment, "American Thighs."
Since I'm going to be the slowest kid in the race at my Marathon, I mine as well look legit.
No sales tax in Oregon + Sale Rack = These beauties:
So they are not that flattering - no big deal.
I think the running belts really push our legitimacy over the top.
We're serious runners (obviously).
Brent insisted that Darcee's running vest looked like a sports bra.
Nobody argued with him.
I'll leave you with this:
And this (a little tribute to the funnest kid I know).