Josh and Ezra and I have had a particularly good time with the pronumciation of some things here and especially for whatever reason, making fun of name of Flavel Street.  Our favorite - that can bring a laugh out in the crankiest of moments are using Flavel in place of whatever the word the the dad in Fiddler on the Roof sings in "If I were a Rich Man," - right now I can only hear it with Flavel.  Ezra came up with "Stop the Flavel!" and also something like "Ewww, the baby flaveled all over me!" 

Anyhow...I digress.  We spend two days with Kara and Sky and the lovely little 14 month old Sage, in their tiny apartment where the closets (they ARE really big) double as sleeping quarters, which is how they turned their one bedroom condo into a three bedroom.  They are all rice and beans (real beans, soaked) and cooked for us both nights.  The second night Kara's brother, his wife and their 6-month-old Henry came and the little apartment was brimming with the buzz of children. 

We did alot of cool downtown stuff while at their place, including finding baby yoga books at Powell's -the very famous block-long used bookstore, the World Cup coffee shop, Jameson Square waterpark again, and a block party put on by a pizza place having a grand opening.  This was a rocking good time, coplete with a llama for petting and facepainting and hippies cavorting with well-heeled fashionable hipsters.

Yesterday, we squished Kara and Sage in our terriblY cramped and big dumb Chevy rental and headed up to Multomah falls where Ezra suprised us all by climbing a pretty darned steep hill for over a mile get to the top of the falls which are totally breathtaking.  The urban growth boundary seems to shine here as this is half and hour away from the center of Protland and totally wilderness and unspoiled loveliness.