When we left for Portland to see Jim's family on Friday evening, all seemed great. Timmy seemed 100% back to normal, so our trip was on. We had an awesome day with Jim's folks, his sister, her husband, and our nephew Matty. Timmy got to feed the ducks, spend a couple hours at the park, and help us pick out a new tent at REI. (We have a bunch of camping trips planned with Timmy and I CANNOT wait!) Timmy of course made a beeline for the bike display while we were there. He loves all things mechanical and spends a considerable amount of time in our garage inspecting both mine and Jim's bicycles on a regular basis. Anyway, he also noticed a shelf of little kid bike helmets and he decided he needed one. Walked right up, grabbed one off the shelf (which by the way is a frickin' awsome one...orange, with pictures of dump trucks) and literally would not take it off. So, back to my point, he had one hell of a day! To top it off, he ate like a champ that night -- ribs, corn on the cob, baked carrots, and bbq asparagus. These days are so rare that I feel the need to brag about them when they do happen. (Trying so so so hard not make food a battle issue...)
All seemed well until I woke up multiple times Sunday morning not feeling...so good. You know the feeling...achy, yucky, queasy, don't want to eat anything, kind of feeling. What makes it so much more fun is when you get to throw up in the car the whole ride (3.5 hours) from Portland back to Seattle. Thankfully, I am back to feeling 100% and looking forward to a weekend visit to see one of my best friends, Sarah, in Las Vegas next weekend. She's getting married one June 5th in Manhattan Beach and I am beyond honored to be one of her bridesmaids.
Timmy loves to "drive"...okay, okay, I know it's a little white trash, but, since we live on such a quiet street, we sometimes let him sit in our lap and go from the beginning of our street, to the garage.
I promise, this really is one of Timmy's favorite things, even if his facial expression suggests otherwise.
Feeding ducks at the park.
Timmy with his Poppy!
I wasn't kidding when I said Timmy WOULD NOT take off the bike helmet. So...he got his bath with it on. Next day, he jumped in puddles in the rain...with the helmet on. He hates almost all hats, yet somehow, he LOVES his bike helmet.
My camera batteries unfortunately fizzled mid-way through our trip so when I get Susan's pictures, I'll post up the rest. Some cuties of Timmy and Matty playing together...