This weekend, we packed up the car and headed to the Oregon coast for a July 4th holiday vacation. Just a couple-day trip in total, but it was fantastic. Because, really, doesn’t it feel nice to get in the car and drive away sometimes? It sure did this weekend. And, on a more monumental note, Henry got his first look at the ocean. We think he liked it. Although playing in the sand, watching the bumper cars in Seaside, and playing with the dog bowls in the bathroom of our friend’s cabin also seemed to top the list of fun things to do in Oregon if you are Henry Seward.We went on a great hike on the cliffs overlooking the ocean and beaches. AND (Henry’s grandfathers would have been so happy) we saw two deer, one of which we came within about six feet of us (well, maybe one elk and one deer – we are not as up on identifying four-legged fawn animals as we should be). Henry loved them. He pointed and squealed and, we believe, called them “doggie”. See, now that’s our burgeoning young zoologist. We are very proud.
One other terribly significant bit of news: Henry tried hot salsa at a beachside restaurant and is now officially a spicy-food-loving-kid. He started by dipping chips and then stuck his whole arm in the salsa container and ate it by the handful. It is his Texas roots, we just know it…
Let’s see…what else…oh, yes. It is only three and half short weeks until we say “aloha” and spend some time on the Big I
sland of Hawaii. Henry is staying with Grandma and Grandpa Graves and, you know, I only plan to call once or twice an hour to find out how things are going. They may decide to turn off their phone by the end of the trip, but – hey - it’s tough leaving those babies sometimes. Perhaps mai tais and beaches will make things easier. We’ll see.
