Oregon, my love.

School is coming, school is coming. Noooooo. Summer is quickly coming to a close for the teacher in our family and the grad student as well. Our summer in Oregon is one we will always treasure. Thanks to everyone who housed us, fed us, and made time to see us. I horrifically didn't get pictures of all of the dear friends we saw, so I guess those of you who don't see yourself posted below (or rather your property as I tend to focus on just Henry!) will just have to come visit Wyoming and we shall document our adventures together properly.

Visiting friends who also have small children is a bit wild and makes for fragmented conversations. Catching moments like this sure makes it sweet.

Story time at the Richard's gets pretty intense.

4th of July parade in "our" 55 + neighborhood.

Sharing a popsicle with puppy.

Nice one, Hank.

We always love to see this special Grandma.

Picking berries at Granny and Papa's.

Loving the water at Omi and Poopah's.

Strider/balance bikes are the best!

Giving Opapa a guitar lesson.

Parenting at its finest.

It's true. The two in helmets rode 180 miles in two days. On mountain bikes. No thanks.

These two are trouble. It's probably a good thing we live a thousand miles away.

Baby jacuzzi.

My favorite duo.

25 years of friendship.

Thanks for all the memories. And I was serious about visiting us. Rumor has it that we now have a guest bed.