A weekend with Pookie
Sadly, the vulgar exigencies of commerce conspire to ensure that during the working week I see far too little of my little bear cub, who has surely reached the apogee of cuteness. I make up for this at the weekends, and on one fairly recent occasion Rachel was feeling unwell, leaving us boys to our own devices for a 48 hour stretch.
Left: Friday night and it's slides at Sunnyside park. Right: fast-forward to Sunday. As you can see, things had warmed up a little.
Running down the path at Powell Butte one Saturday afternoon.
Mount Hood in the background, still snow covered in April. So much so that I was actually due to go skiing with Linda the next day. That didn't happen, however, so Ethan and I went to the beach at Sauvie Island instead. There can't be many places in the world where one can make that choice.
With my usual preparedness, we arrived at the beach sans toys. Fortunately, however, this empty coffee cup that Rachel had thoughtfully deposited under the driver's seat of the Mazda kept him happily occupied for several hours.
Sitting on the dock of the bay, watching the ships come in and go out again.
Left: Friday night and it's slides at Sunnyside park. Right: fast-forward to Sunday. As you can see, things had warmed up a little.
Running down the path at Powell Butte one Saturday afternoon.
Mount Hood in the background, still snow covered in April. So much so that I was actually due to go skiing with Linda the next day. That didn't happen, however, so Ethan and I went to the beach at Sauvie Island instead. There can't be many places in the world where one can make that choice.
With my usual preparedness, we arrived at the beach sans toys. Fortunately, however, this empty coffee cup that Rachel had thoughtfully deposited under the driver's seat of the Mazda kept him happily occupied for several hours.
Sitting on the dock of the bay, watching the ships come in and go out again.
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