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I’m ringing in the new year with a cold. Ugh. I never got sick before this fall. I had a super woman immune system after working with young kids for 8 years and now I’m snotty and sniffy and congest-y and all sorts of other things that end with y. I’m such a sexy beast in bed with my snorting and sneezing, let me tell you. Ken is a lucky, lucky man. The extra unfairness of this particular cold? I didn’t even catch it from the girls! They have been snot free (other than teething) for two weeks. I feel betrayed by my immune system. And no, we’re not going to discuss the fact that if I drank more water and less coffee I would probably be healthier. And we’re also not going to talk about how fitting in some exercise would also help. We are definitely NOT bring up that I should be eating more dark, leafy greens and less white bread.  And I guess if we’re not talking about all of those things then we should probably talk about babies instead.

best. segue. ever.

The weekend before Christmas, Ken’s parents came down from Alaska to visit. They were going to be spending actual Christmas with Ken’s sister and her family, but we had an early one with them. Our one full day with them we went to the Aviation and Space Museum in McMinnville. DSC_0018

Ken tried valiantly to reign in the geeking out, but my man likes things that fly.  That’s Hazel’s little head sticking out of Ken’s jacket. Don’t let all the green fool you, it was super windy and coooold that day. And the girls fit in Ken’s coat with them when he has one in the carrier. So they get to be in a little daddy-H burrito.


I have to admit, it’s kind of cool that you can sit and eat your lunch and look at a bunch of shiny airplanes.


The museum is the home of the Spruce Goose. You know, the ridiculously huge airplane that Howard Hughes built. The one made out of wood that should really not fly, but managed to stay off the ground for a whole mile.  The one from The Aviator. I tried so hard to get a picture that showed just how enormous it is. But it was tough because the dang thing is so big!



I don’t know what the deal was with this set up, but I love this picture. I don’t know why, but i do.





Haley with her Nanita.



Hazel with her daddy and Papa Bear.

Prepare yourself for the cutest sequence of photos I think I have taken of the girls ever in the last month. I may have to get one, or two, or all of them framed I love them that much. I will get on the computer just to look at these photos.






Couldn’t you just? I mean, aren’t they the? Wouldn’t you love to? My loves!


Hello random black and white photo. It just felt right to make it different. On a side note, this plane pin-up girl is my dream body image. Not a movie star or a super model, but one of these classic pin-up girls. I love this look.


I love this too. Little Haley in the middle of all these huge airplanes. It’s also probably one of the last photos I’ll get of her crawling. Girl only crawls now if she wants to get somewhere extra fast, but other than that it’s all walking all the time.



The space section of the museum (which is actually an entire separate building) is where Ken started to loose his cool. I think it’s one of his great disappointments that he’s not an astronaut. He gets super excited over anything space related. You know, the way I get about things bacon related. 🙂


See where the railing is? That’s the main floor of the museum. They had to make a hole to fit the rocket into the building and they still had to take off the cone for it to fit.  Talk about feeling small.


Ken and Hazel by the, uh, thrusters? Is that the right word? You know. The part of the rocket where the fire comes out and makes it go up. I know. My technical jargon is just mind blowing.


Does this make us bad parents? That we let our youngest child crawl underneath a rocket? We think this might have been a parenting fail, but…


Look at how excited she is! And Ken. Ken was pretty excited too.

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Does anyone else know that song? It’s from a musical called She Loves Me that I saw a few years ago at Oregon Shakespeare Festival. It’s a lovely show and this is one of my favorite songs from it and, now, every time I go to the library I find myself humming this song.

We got all bundled up to leave our apartment cause, friends, it is November in Oregon. Ugh.

I also find myself singing “the rain rain rain came down down down” a lot too.

(PS. this is kind of a long post, so if you would rather scroll past all my ramblings and just look at the pictures, I totally understand!)

We went to the library to have a rainy day play date with our friend Melissa and her kids, Evie and Jack. And, I must admit, I was very impressed with the library.

We got there a little before Melissa and her posse, so the H’s got some time to explore the kid section of the library. Haley is so native NorthWesterner with her downy vest and boots.

Did I mention I haven’t taken a lot of photos of the girls lately? I think once I got started it was really hard to stop. After all, I do still have a baby book to fill up. Their November page is looking very sad. Especially when considering that usually half way into a month I have to start budgeting picture spots.

She looks like such a big kid in this picture. I feel like it’s a glimpse into the future. Why, hello Toddler Haley, it’s so nice to meet you. GIVEMEBACKMYBABY!

This is the moment when Hazel realized that sister was playing with the really cool toy….

…. and crawled over to investigate/make her share.

Melissa and her kids arrived while I was getting my library card. Pause in the cuteness for a quick rant. The library CHARGES you for your library card. Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of the library? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I paid it and I’m sure the money goes to worth while things and it’s probably part of the reason this library was so awesome, but still! There is the option of having a free card, but you can only check out one book at a time. I just can’t live like that! Anyway, back to cuteness.

I came back to this adorableness. Melissa’s kids had apparently immediately parked it at the table and started playing with puzzles. That’s her little girl Evie, who I think is pretty stinking cute! She’s in the daycare at the school with the girls, so they know her. She was petting Hazel ever so gently on the head, but I kept taking photos in between pets.

And then Melissa was nice and gave one of her arm warmers to Hazel. It was like having a giant sock! Can you tell how thrilled Hazel was? And so she played with that for a while and then, in true Hazel fashion, wandered off to do her own thing.

Which was to pretend to be a book. Can you believe this kid started out the day sick? Yup, she woke up crying her sad cry and I went in to investigate only to find that she had thrown up at some point in the wee hours of the morning. It was sad and gross, but she was happy once I cleaned her up and ate normal the rest of the day and never had fever, so I have no idea what was up with the random puke.

Jack being so sweet and gentle with the girls and showing them how the toys work.

Hey, look! I’m in pictures too! Hooray for when Ken takes the camera!

We were probably only at the library for 30 minutes, which is the maximum limit on all four kids attention spans. But it’s so nice to have a friend we can have play dates with, and she used to be a stay-at-home-mom too so I can complain about how much I miss it and she doesn’t look at me like I’m crazy. Always a nice thing to have in a friend.

I did runaway from the playing for about five minutes to quickly peruse the cookbook section.

This was Ken’s armful when we left….

This was mine. 🙂

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We went to the PSU Farmer’s Market with our new young family friends on Saturday.

We ditched the jogging stroller because moving it through the crowds of people is oh, so slow and I get so frustrated. Also, the H’s don’t nap in the stroller. And it makes for a rough nap day because you have to go when the market first opens before it gets stupid crowded and you have to wait 10 minutes in line to get ANYTHING (I’m not exaggerating. I know the all caps makes it sound like I’m exaggerating, but I’m not). But if you get there just when the market is opening, you can slip in and get some coffee, or an agave cardamom latte, before there’s any wait and then wonder among the booths and look at the crazy colored produce and cry on the inside because in fantasy land you would love to do all your shopping at the farmer’s market, but in reality you can’t afford to and it kills you a little on the inside… Or, you know, something like that. So, no, we don’t usually buy anything at the farmer’s market, other than coffee and Ken’s behemoth of a breakfast, but I love going and looking and smelling.  Where was I going with this?

Oh! We ditched the stroller and put the girls in our Infantino carriers instead. It was so much better. I mean, yes my hips and my back were super pissed at me after two hours, but it was so much easier to maneuver around the market and the girls each took a solid 30 minute nap while we were there, which set us up for some great afternoon naps.

McMinnville is supposed to have a great farmer’s market on Wednesday afternoons. And did I mention McMinnville is in the middle of wine country? What? You didn’t know Oregon had a wine country? Well, we do, my friends, and it’s starting to rival Napa’s. Oh, snap! My hope is that we’ll be manage to sneak out of work early every once in a while to go to the farmer’s market.  And next summer I would love to have Saturdays when we pile the girls into the car first thing in the morning, come up to Portland, have fun in the farmer’s market, maybe go to the zoo, or the children’s museum, and then drive back around nap time. I know. But I’m a firm believer in dreaming big. So I’m dreaming.

tomatoes. I didn’t know tomatoes could be purple.

And yes, I did get a bunch on kale at the market and I made it for dinner with spicy Italian sausage and fettuccine in a light cream sauce. Thank you, Rachael Ray! Y’all can hate her all you want, I will love her until my stomach falls out, or explodes from eating too much food.

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