Oma, Don't Go

So, on Oma's full final day with us, Kian and I took her out to breakfast and for a stroll around Pike Place Market hoping to lure her into staying longer. Surely after seeing the bounty of Seattle and experiencing the vibrant lifestyle she would postpone that flight. Oh yeah, she was here for most of June and so she wouldn't be fooled: drat the weather.

Kian appointed himself guide: I think its this way.

Oma, here's where they give out free money in open guitar cases and
large jars and they always serenade you to it with live music.

These critters make the most deliciousest Seattle Benedict.

Breakfast at Lowell's.

I'll have mine sunny side up, please, coffee black.

Hey Kian, can you show us his snout?

No, not his, the piggies!

And what a fine snout it is!

**Oma is German for Grandma.

Yabadabadoo, I'm Two! And Happy Anniversary Too!

Happy Anniversary Grandma and Grandpa!

Happy Birthday Kian (and Annie)!

... Bout time. Kian had been showing signs of terribleness for months and so either he's an early bloomer or we're really in for it. Anyway, he's finally two and there have thankfully been no drastic sudden changes in his terribility levels.

We've been celebrating for 3-weeks, the lucky dog. Party one was unofficial: we were at the cabin with the clan and we let him unwrap his new bike -- I figured there is no sense in sitting on something that he might so soon outgrow, so give it to him now. Party 2 was on his actual birthday, and Annie's too, of course, and we celebrated it with Mexican food at Alki and then with Cupcake Royale's and bonfires on the beach. Grandma and Grandpa and Oma were there, so it was a family affair. Pics anyone? Party three was the biggie at the cabin with all the family, the cake, and tons of presents. Seriously, a ton of wood and plastic makes a lot of toys.

The birthday celebrations coincided with Grammy and Papa Reid's 46th Wedding Anniversary so there's was lots of partyin goin on. Fun times, great weather, awesome people, if I say so myself.

Nuther round of Arnie Palmers please.

Piggy back.

After 130-miles: Seattle to Chiwawa door 2 door.
Not quite too pooped to party.

Choo Choooooooooo!

The new train table and railway system: just set up this morning.

Right now trains are all the rage around here. That, and mananas: motorcycles. Almost anything that's loud and obnoxious is cool. C'mon, he's officially a "terrible two" now and loud and unruly are definitely the M.O. More about all this and our killer fun weekend on the Chiwawa coming soon... with pics! Here's a little teaser from the little cheeser:

Takin a Walk... er, Run.

I'm fast, just like my mullet.

Change the m to b, and that's me: a bullet!

Zoom zoom!

Vroom vroom!

Neener neener...

Summer Cabin Good Times

With Grandma and Grandpa.

Mmmm, good beer!

Good but a little strong.

Nah, its just good cold beer with salt on the rim.

Heh, yeah, its a little strong.

We need more ice cream, people.

Come on Grammy, crank it!

Just keep on keeping it comin.

Hey Grandpa, why do zebras have stripes?

Yeah, right answer, gimme five.

1st Day Of July: Raining

1st Day of July: 101-mile ride.

This is it.


That is all.