On the beach this morning a man was making bubbles:
Obie had never been on sand. He is not a fan:
Save me, Dad:
G stayed with Obie while Scott, Emily and I climbed the dune. We are the 3 little dots on the left at the top:
We flew the kite, which actually flew itself.
And G had the mandatory “Outlaw tequila.”
We think the baby has pink eye. No picture of this. I read him a magazine. There were pictures of cats in it. I am a good meower:
Now it is time to watch the sun set over the Pacific and have a bonfire and eat s’mores. Those pics tomorrow, when we leave here and return to Portland.
Pacific City is soft sand dunes and dogs and surfers in full hypothermia gear.
Pacific City is icy water and cold beer and hot coffee.
Pacific City is horsehoes and ice cream and Farmers Markets and fire pits.
Pacific City is the US Open and gimlets and burgers on the grill.
This is me practicing my interpretive dance moves in the horsehoe pit.
He ain’t heavy, he’s my grandson.
We are family. (G is taking the picture.) G has taken all the pictures. I am just learning the “law of thirds.”
Boring scenery picture.
Our VRBO here in Pacific is what Emily calls “fancy.” Scott says that’s just because the cabinets hang straight.
This is Obie’s first time sleeping away from home. And Dude’s, too. (Dude is the chihuahua.) This is the “fire drill” trip for their Alaskan cruise in a few weeks.
After we settled in, we went to the Pelican Brewery here in Pacific City, hoping to sample some good brewskis and have a little dinner, but it was packed and the wait was too long. So,we’ll do that another day.
This was Obie’s first look at the ocean. He liked the sand.
I almost got Haystack Rock to grow right out of G’s head.
After dinner Obie contemplated the fire.
Was read to by Ira
Was hugged a lot
And eventually went to bed and after just a bit of crying, konked out.
Then G and Scott played horseshoes
And Em and I watched
He’s getting used to us. Here is G feeding him breakfast:
And Dude begging.
Then we went and scoped out the new house and the new neighborhood. There’s a playground practically in their backyard. Obie is a bit too young for anything but the baby swings, so I tried out the rest of it for him. There are some pretty terrifying pieces of equipment in that playground, but this wasn’t one of them (despite my apparent breathlessness coming down a baby slide.)
Next we went to the Rose Garden where Emily and Scott got married June 21st 8 years ago, even though Scott thought it was 7 years ago.
This is Obie just seconds before he was attacked by viscious rose water.
Sadly, this encounter with these pink arbor roses did not end well. They were wet and when he let go of them, they swung back and he got hit with a face full of water. Don’t trust roses, Obie. They’re pretty, but they’re bitches.
After lunch and a nap, we went to Thinker Toys in Multnomah Village for something new. He really wanted the revolving Disco Ball on the ceiling, but settled for this shape sorter. We also discovered that, oddly enough, he doesn’t like toys that bite. Go figure.
All he wants to do is hold your hand and walk you around. Let’s just say I hit my 10K step goal.
A few games of Corn Hole and then during Happy Hour Scott gave me a Uke lesson.
Tomorrow the party moves to the coast.