Birthday

Well, it happened. I officially left my 30s.  So, yes, I still have a difficult time saying the f-word. (No, not that one, the one that comes after thirty.)

Insert existential crisis here.

Luckily, a lot of people helped make it fun.  We started off the celebration with a painting party with some friends (and family!). Something I've always wanted to do and I only got a little yellow paint stain on my jeans.

Jason, Rachel, and Mom planned surprise trip to Portland for the next weekend. Jason took one for the team and stayed home with the boys while we partied down south.  We left early Saturday morning and spent some quality time at the outlet mall (outlet and no sales taxes = wheee!) then went to an exhibit and lecture at Medical Teams International.  I had attended a lecture by MSF a few months ago so it was really interesting to learn about another medical international aid organization.

We spent Sunday at the Portland Art Museum. Going to a museum and taking the time to enjoy it all was such a treat. We were pretty impressed with the size and kind of collections they had for a west coast city that isn't huge.

I took a ton of pictures, but have culled them down to just a few.

My first Japanese Impressionist painting.

Life imitating art.

Mom on a break. There was a lot of walking this weekend. Mom didn't realize that Rachel and I don't believe in any form of transportation other than walking. Heh heh.

I don't pretend to know, but they are so freaky.

Life imitating art, but keeping clothes on because there are laws about wandering around art museums naked. Even in Portland.

So very curious about what SVING is.

Killing time while Mom took the elevator. (I was serious about that walking thing.)

Then, as we were walking back to the car, we found this. We didn't have time to go inside, but really, what city doesn't have inflatable poop downtown?

Our last stop was Voodoo Doughnuts. Someone (looking at you, Nana) may have said something about donuts in front of Isaac before we left so we had to make a stop.

It was a wonderful weekend and we even came home bearing gifts for those left behind.

This is actually Josh's very FIRST donut. He's a fan.

Not his first and we don't recommend the grape one.

Also not his first, but he was thrilled with his Homer Simpson donut.

Probably not his first (what do you want from me? he's our fourth!), and he loved the donut-fruit loop combo.

And then real life came crashing back down on me on Monday, but it was a wonderful weekend.