Coming back to Portland is like a homecoming after being away for 2 weeks.  We first went to Target to return the Canadian model GPS and then spent a ridiculous afternoon searching for a sushi place that was open between the witching hours of 2:30 to 5pm.  Seriously- all Ezra wanted was some sushi as he's been forced to go without for an entire week.  We promised and then one after another restaurant was closed until finally, we dragged ourselves to the doorstop of Naboshi (or something like it) and they took pity on our poor Nagiri-straved son and fed us.

We arrived at Max and Tali's incredibly ridiculouly awesome house at around 5 and met their twin four-year-old boys Noah and Levi.  It on;ly took a few minutes for Ezra to stop peering out between my legs and get nto the fray.  That was yesterday.  Tonight I think he will sleep and sleep all night.