Nov 23

THANKSGIVING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE

On the day before Thanksgiving, we headed to The Barn Cafe in Claremont, NH. Grandpa owns this building with his buddy, Gene. And Josh, the cafe’s owner, turned it into a friendly little place.

But, most importantly…we found out which way it is to Vermont!

On Thanksgiving Day, I went out in the snow and braved the cold. (It was REALLY cold.)

And on our last day before leaving, we visited Gene in Claremont and he put me to work in his drafting office.

Nov 20

JOURNEYING EAST

Hello again, airport! Just a little excited to see airplanes all around me as I head east to see Grandma and Grandpa for Thanksgiving.

As is often the case, I just decide I’m going to say hello to the pilots before I board. And no one ever stops me!

Goodbye, Cascade Mountains.

Adios, North Dakota.

Hello, Boston Logan International Airport!

Nov 18

THINGS I SAY #77

Me: I want to be the president one day.

Mommy and I then start talking about presidents, the U.S. government and how it works, and leaders of other countries.

Me: Actually, I don’t want to be the president. I want to be a dictator instead.

Nov 17

VOICE MEMO

I like to leave Mommy little recordings using her Voice Memo phone app.

Hi, so, I don’t like hugs. I LOVE hugs. Any second I will, but right now I don’t. And NOW I do. In thousands of years, eventually, I will not like hugs forever and ever. I want a hug! I wanna…I DON’T want a hug! I was making a joke. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7, ma ma ma. Poking your white part of your upper eye is bad for you. Bye bye! I will go home.

Nov 12

JOURNEY TO I-82

I have been fantasizing about driving to Interstate 82 for at least half a year now. Today, we made it a reality.

I was navigator and instructed the driver (Daddy) on where to go.

Our first stop was the Bridge of the Gods that spans the Columbia River, from I-84 in Oregon to SR-14 in Washington. Isn’t it a beauty??

We drove east in Washington for a bit and got to look back across to Oregon.

We eventually crossed the Hood River Bridge and had lunch in Hood River, OR. Mommy ordered a sandwich called the Turkey Meister, a name I can’t stop saying.

And Daddy played with toothpicks.

Then it was off to drive some more until we hit I-82. It took a long time, but was totally worth it! (Bonus: we saw lots and lots of bridges and trains. Official count: a gazillion.)

Then Mommy and Daddy really needed some tea and coffee, so I lounged here in this gigantic recliner.

Finally, we headed home after sundown. It was a long day, but an interstate dream was fulfilled.

Nov 9

MISSION: TWELVE BRIDGES

This is the face of a boy who fulfilled his quest to cross the ten bridges of Portland, plus a bonus two in West Linn. We spent four hours driving and logged 75 miles. And it was all worth it.

I didn’t want my picture taken by any of the bridges, but I did like these cool old gas pumps past the St. John’s Bridge, our final stop.