This is my kid. If she were older and online, she'd hate me right now. But she is not quite four so I have some wiggle-room to post charming photos of her with molasses cookie crumbs on her face. I caught this on our way home from downtown Portland in the truck. We explored, had lunch, found something for Grandma, braved the toy store, and ended up walking four miles all together (I wore my pedometer) so this little nap on the way home was well-earned by E.
My ankles are killing me, and my feet feel weird and numb like I still have my very loose Muck Boots on. That's what I've been using in the snow the last week or so. They're sort of okay, but not for a four-mile treck through thick and slippery snow. Anyway, my feet still feel like I'm walking through snow -- kinda like how it feels when you walk on land after a couple of hours in a boat.
Much to E's dismay, we kept trying to take the train where we wanted to go, but it was jam-packed with people, and she's too young to ride the train crunched up and standing. So we walked from the Museum down to Saturday Market, all the way back, and here and there in-between. D is a super good driver, and his truck did great today.
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