We had to make it to the “Art of Bricks” exhibit at the Pacific Science Center before it closed in mid-September, so I packed up my 3 +2 and headed to Seattle for the day!

We all found something to love about the exhibit.  There were many famous pieces of art faithfully recreated with plastic blocks, and then some extremely creative pieces which led to really good conversation about what “meta” means, at least between Kyla and me.  I was pleased that Wesley didn’t break any of the pieces.

It may also not be surprising that Wes is the only kid not wanting to imitate The Thinker (or at least, The Thinker’s kid brother).

All in good fun! Thanks, kids, I had a great day playing in Seattle!

I love our hometown.  Our parade used to be the Saturday closest to April 1st, but two years ago, it was moved to August.  Any local knows why this is generally a good idea.  This year, though, proved to be one of our hotter days. 

The heat didn’t stop us from eating our weight in pancakes and sausage at the fire house though!  It’s a great start to our day, though my favorite is running into 4 families I know as soon as we walk in.

Behind the station, there were sheriff and police vehicles for kids to climb in and out of, including this helicopter.

It was so cool to watch it take off, dust and debris notwithstanding.

Like the Maxwelton 4th of July parade, it’s very local, again, with lots of people I know from the community.

Piper beat the heat by camping out under her own tent.

Kyla burned out, so she and Dwayne walked home, and I stayed for the festival with the other two.  They made crafts, jumped in bouncy houses, befriended ponies and generally lived it up. 

I love our home town!

We came across historic roadside attraction outside of Newport, Or.  After a fun family dinner of terrible pizza and excellent root beer, I pulled the Mama Card and decided we were going to find this bridge. 

The only thing I remember about the romantic novel Bridges of Madison Country are the bridges, and this struck a romantic chord with me. 

Until the kids posed.  Then it banged my funny bone.

We also hit one more viewpoint, for which Wesley refused to get out of the car.

But the girls and the sunset were happy to hang out!

 

Admittedly, I have strong competition, but I am working hard to win the title of Amber’s Favorite Aunt.  I don’t have a strategy yet, but I will start by showing off pictures of this beautiful girl’s 1st birthday.

I love this shot of Grandma, me, my girls, and the birthday girl. 

To balance out all the girls, let’s take a look at my favorite boys.

Wesley has the biggest snaggletooth (I yanked out both teeth not long after this).

Here’s the birthday girl.  It turns out that if you really want to show love, you buy them a carrot cake from a particular Oregon bakery.  It was sooooo yummy!

Here’s some of my competition.  Even her name, Joy, gives her a leg up.  Short, cute, easy to say, invokes deep happiness.  I’m aunt “feminized, bastardized version of drunken god Dionysius”.  I need a good nickname, STAT!  And sadly, Joy is as wonderful as her name implies.

Here’s the rest of my competition.  Again, the very name “Aunt Julie” sounds like gems. And, clearly, she gets all the style points.

Here’s my claim to fame—I’m the first person to dunk Amber in her wading pool—fully clothed, of course.  I’m good for adventures that you will come back either filthy, soaked, or both.

So many pictures I want to frame—love this one of Grandpa and Kyla!

The kids were well entertained with Amber’s new pool!

Sandi and Brian threw a great party, and it was wonderful to have the family all together!

And if you’d like to read a more Amber-centric account of her birthday (I do realize I made her party all about me), you should check this out.

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About the happiest I can be is hanging out on the beach with my kids.  They play in the surf and sand, I read a great book (ideally with dragons), and occasionally look up to watch my beautiful children frolic.  It’s a sense of contentment that I haven’t been able to improve on.

I love how IKE (Isaac, Kara, Esther) and Kyla, Piper, and Wesley interact.  My kids always looks forward to time with their cousins, and IKE always make an effort to engage my kids. 

I love them for it as much as the kids do. 

Esther is one of those who can do hair magic.  Exhibits A & B:

Kara very patiently played ping-pong with Wesley and Piper. A lot.

The good news is that my kids play as well as an adult.  The bad news is that adult is me.  Sorry, kids. 

It probably looked like a disaster from the sidelines, but it playing mini-golf as a family was a hoot.  The ten of us divided into 3 groups, and then Wesley went AWOL and formed his own golf team of one.  [I use the term “golf” extremely loosely.]

(Yes, Piper is wearing PJs under a sundress and sweater. We’re on vacation.)

I tried to get the highest score by hitting my ball onto other greens, but Esther informed me that’s not part of the rules. 

Luckily we had Tillamook ice cream across the street for all the, ahem, winners.

Esther and Kara introduced us to Skim Boarding. Although you use the board in 1”-2” of water, it doesn’t take many falls to get yourself soaked.  Or, in my case, a twisted ankle that still hurts a month later. (Yes, I do post-date.  Doesn’t everyone?)

Snowboarding is more fun, but I can stay up longer than 10 seconds in the snow.  Water has always been a bit of a magnet for me. But Kara, Esther, and Isaac looked great on it! 

Esther, beloved, beloved darling girl, has spent a year researching cookie recipes.  And not just regular cookies—wheat-free, dairy free, nut free, soy free cookies.  And she taught Piper and Kyla to make Lemon cookies and Chocolate cookies.

In the words of Genesis…

      And they were good.

 

Ya know what’s in Newport?  An aquarium.  Seattle has a pretty lame aquarium, and I had heard accolades about this one.  All ten of us headed south and explored!

We didn’t even get in the doors before Piper started hamming it up.  She’s a….dolphin?

Wesley as a deep-sea diver is a little more obvious. 

The aquarium was fascinating.  I loved the indoor aquariums as well as the outdoor marine mammals and birds.

We have discovered Piper has 2 fears (though they seem like fake fears to me—she plays possum so often that I can’t always trust her authentic emotions):  1) walking across tall bridges and 2) sharks. 

Ahem, we were in a shark bridge.  Sorry, Pipes.

These are supposed to be shots of our immediate families, but…

…you’ll find a commonality (besides Dan and Dwayne looking very much like their father).  Isaac-Wesley is in both.

I do love my nephew.  Isaac is better read than I, has introduced me to some of my favorite authors, has great insights, and is an interesting conversationalist, but I really value him for just one thing.  He allows Wesley to climb, grope, ride, and snuggle him…sometimes simultaneously.  Having Isaac around is such a nice break for me.

Further proof of Wesley-as-tumor:

Funny story:  Dwayne unearthed his latent desire to own an otter or two (because if two ferrets are bad, three otters are better).  Standing right in front of the exhibit, he started searching for “residential otter containment units” on his phone.  Somehow, he came across this quotation in reference to otter maintenance:

If it’s cute and not prolific, it’s got a bad attitude.

Which basically reduced us to fits.  On our way home, Deborah and I debated whether or not 3 children apiece made us each prolific.  ‘Cause we’re pretty cute.