Juliet sitting with Luca (Luke), now 5, and JJ (Jessica), now 2. Their kids were so cute and well-behaved. Ben is a little hard on them when he is tired or cranky, but who isn't? :)
Charlotte, Ben, Georgie, me, and Isaac with his back turned, having dinner on the porch. Just like old times in Europe!
The kids were still in school, so the first day we got them either to school or on the bus and then drove to Silver Falls State Park to see the water falls.

The whole group at the South Falls. This guy was so nice to take our picture I didn't have the heart to ask him to frame the falls better!
The Crandalls at South Falls. Not gonna say who took this one, but it is really well framed! :)
Luca and I on the trail. He kept telling a joke: "Knock, knock." "Who's there?" "Cary" "Cary who?" "Carry me!" I carried him a few times but Ben kept telling him not to ask. It's okay if our friends' kids, nieces/nephews, or grandkids are spoiled, but not ours!
Lower South Falls. Underneath the waterfall you can barely see Charlotte, Ashley, Luca, and me.
We cut the hike short because it is over 8 miles to see all 10 waterfalls, and we turned around at Lower South Falls. We then headed up to Portland and ate food at Pok Pok NW, a super trendy Thai food place in Portland. It was almost 3:00 pm so there were no crowds. Ben counted the adjectives describing their signature dish: eight. We then walked through the Pearl District and along the Willamette Riverfront park.
The Crandalls have this great tradition of taking a photo of Luca flying through the air at all kinds of famous sites in Europe and the US. Ben chucks him way up and Charlotte snaps the picture. For the famous Portland sign we got a double flier shot. JJ is significantly lower because 1) Ben is stronger and 2) you can be a lot riskier when you are chucking your own kid!
Next stop was the world famous Voodoo Doughnuts. Some of their menu items are quite risqué. They were huge and unusual and good, but on some level, a doughnut is a doughnut.
That evening we met up with the Stuarts at The Country Cat, a hip comfort-food joint. We then drove back to their house to see their kids and hang out in Jeff's "shed" for a while :). We didn't get home until late, but our kids took care of themselves and were in bed with dinner eaten, dishes done, and teeth brushed by the time we got home!
The next morning we got the kids off to school again, arranged a babysitter for Luca and JJ, and then got ready for an excursion to some wineries in the Willamette Valley.
During breakfast Charlotte accidentally broke one of the Vetri plates that Megan Trifilo had bought for us in Italy. Which reminded Ben of the time that I broke a dish at the house in Cannes during Labor Day. He had taken a picture of me and put it on Facebook, so he was able to do this:
Che vergogna!
We first went to Bethel Heights Vineyard, then Cristom Vineyards, and finally Brooks Wines. The first two were smaller and produced their own Pinot Noir, Pinot Gris, and Chardonnay. We had a lovely tasting with a great view at Bethel Heights and a very entertaining host at Cristom. Brooks produces its own as well, but is better known because it serves food. Good food!
The garden at Brooks with the Willamette Valley in the background.
The vineyard at Brooks.
Our amazing lunch. It felt like being back in Europe for a day.
Goofing off. You can tell how much Ben is enjoying my cuddling up to him.
Ben's shirt was a gift from me. One our favorite people in Aviano was a certain MDG spouse who wore a similar shirt quite frequently. I bought these shirts for all the Famici Fellas for practice Thanksgiving 2014. It is now one of my work shirts that I wear under my scrubs!
That night we stayed up late playing card games and snacking. Ashley had bought some queso dip for Isaac's birthday and we killed it off. Not wanting to waste any food, no matter how processed, I took a rubber spatula and scraped the sides of the jar, as I am wont to do. Ben couldn't get enough.
The final day we lazed around and then went to Juliet's dance rehearsal. We technically weren't supposed to be there, but the Crandalls were leaving the next day so we snuck in. I have been to at least one dance recital per year since Georgie was little, and this was the best one by FAR. Juliet's dance was so creative and fun to watch, none of this plie-and-point-your-toe-while-standing-still garbage.










