(yes, he already rolls his eyes at my hilarious jokes)
On our "vacation," life changed pretty drastically. Jonas has a new job, and our family moved halfway across the country to Portland - someplace we'd always thought would be an awesome place to live.
He rode in the plane, not the packing cube (much to the disappointment of most
United Flight passengers).
Since hitting the city limits of Portlandia, we've explored, gotten lost (on foot, and in the car), pronounced almost everything wrong (Willamette...rhymes with "well dammit." Who knew?!), spent approximately 20 hours per day outside (rain or shine -- and surprisingly, more 'shine' than we expected), and Foster has a handful of new Oregonian hobbies:
Taking in some of the culture...
...focusing on his art...
...exploring...
...climbing high, running far....
(Jonas is already hoping to help him PR on that mile time)
...turning 100% beach bum...
...deciding cheese is not good...
(?????)
...and nearly perfecting the eye roll.
