First was the Portland road trip, which was probably the shittiest trip I've had in a very long time. Hamburglar was great. He is still my favorite road trip companion. In fact, we had so much fun in the car on Mama Baby Road Trip 2.0, we went for a 3.0. But more on that later.
We were staying with a friend in Portland who has always been a bit like a second mother or an older sister or something. But she's getting divorced and has gone kind of crazy. We were going to stay four nights with her, but we stayed two because neither of us were getting any sleep. So we decided to go to the beach and get a hotel. Silly me didn't think about the fact that it was the second to last weekend before school started, so we drove from seaside to Astoria while Mr. Adventure, back at home, called every hotel in the world. They were all booked. We ended up driving to Longview and got the last hotel room in town. Mr. Adventure said it was called the "Town Shallot." It was the Town Chalet and it was GROSS. And creepy. And room 13 was the only room available. 
We then had to go back to Portland to get my Boba out of the friend's dining room, then we went to brunch with another friend. On the way back home, we stopped for the night in The Dalles. We had a swim in the pool, a shower, some food and Sophie the Giraffe and I shared a Lemon Drop.The best part of the trip was stopping at the Bonneville Dam on the way down. Though, there was a van full of a family of people that looked pretty imbred that parked two spaces away from me, where I was sitting in the back of the car breastfeeding the baby. The dad walked around to where I was sitting in my car and stared through the window at me while he walked by and I gave him the finger and his kids and grandma all hung out at the back of the car. When one of them leaned on it, I may or may not have yelled, "Get off my fucking car you cunt!" They were all wearing matching orange shirts. Except grandma. But I bought Chumbercules his first pocket knife from the gift shop! It even had his name on it. Well, the abbreviated, casual version of his name, but I wasn't expecting to find a pocket knife that actually said "Chumbercules." And what 11 month old doesn't need a pocket knife?
Last weekend, my best-friend from college came out to visit Chumby and I. We went to the Farmer's Market and wandered around downtown a bunch and she bought a fancy new belt and buckle. Sophie the Giraffe and I shared a beer. I think she might be a lush. But this Kolsch from Ninkasi was pretty good.And Hamburglar started walking on Monday! He's getting better and better at it every day. If I want a good laugh, I just put a pair of shoes on him and watch him walk around. I read that 3 out of 4 babies are walking by 12 months.
Then, on Tuesday, I was making dinner and my dad called because my stepmom was out of town and he needed a ride to the ER. He has a brain tumor behind his right eye. We all (me, stepmom, Hamburglar, local brother) drove him down to Salt Lake to see the Neurosurgery specialist guy at University of Utah hospital. My oldest brother and favorite sister-in-law got into town that night, so they're staying with my stepmom and my dad is scheduled for surgery on Tuesday. They are hoping they can pull it out through his nose. I guess we will see. People keep asking if I'm okay, and I'm fine. Worrying won't help anything. And, statistically, people that have family and friends with them before surgery have a more positive outcome. I think I'm going to fly back down to SLC on Tuesday because, right now, I kind of never want to be in my car again. Keep your fingers crossed that it isn't cancer.
In non-brain-tumor news: Chumby is going to Dog Park Baby's first birthday party tomorrow! And I'm picking up Little Miss Adventure from school today and am excited to hear about her first week of first grade.
And that's about it. Like I said, it's been kind of crazy around here. Hopefully they get dad's brain all sorted out and my favorite baby continues to do awesome and amazing new things.
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