Last Thursday Rob and I packed up the kid (and the literal ton of things he would need for 3 days), dropped the dogs of with Rob’s folks and headed for the coast, where the temperature was going to be a nice 75 degrees as opposed to the 100+ degree weather Portland was having.
I had been eagerly anticipating this little trip of ours for a while. Rob and I both needed this, to be alone together and not in our house where there seems to always be something going on. But I was harboring my fears of being away from the comfort of our own home for Max’s sake. The one and only other time we’ve traveled overnight with him was last summer, and it didn’t go very well as far as sleep.
I knew he would be fine otherwise, you know throughout the day and all. But man, was I dreading bedtime. And thankfully, I worried my silly little head for nothing because he did GREAT! Our second day there he even took a solid 3 hour nap! It was a vacation miracle!
Our time spent there consisted of blueberry picking and eating, naps, playing with cars and puzzles, throwing cars and puzzles, antique stores, May Flies, sunglasses, piano playing, corn on the cob, and an impromptu Elvis dance party.Thank you for a truly lovely visit, Christi and Greg!