We continued with our grandparent duties for the balance of the week. It only took me two weeks to get into a schedule of sorts, bread making, early dinner preparation and laundry, around that of Paul's. My sciatica started acting up so much so that walking had become painful, so Grandpa was taking Paul on his walks and to the park. Sadly, the weather took a turn and now it was rainy and cool. We were stuck inside entertaining Paul with his toys, books and craft stuff. Our skills as grandparents certainly were put to the test to keep up with Paul. On Thursday we failed. While prepping dinner in the kitchen I thought Fred was playing with Paul in the living room and Fred thought Paul was with me. It was very quiet and I asked Fred what they were doing. It turned out Paul had gone off to entertain himself in the bathroom. Toilet rolls are fun and entertaining as you can see from the picture on the left.
He gave us a lovely little innocent smile that you just can not be mad at, in fact we had a difficult time not laughing. Grandpa re-rolled the paper and put it out of his reach. The balance of our week was routine. Saturday's swim class was entertaining and not just the babies. There was a new mom and dad at the lesson with dad in the pool with the baby. Mom being concerned as to what was going on and not being in control, constantly ran around the pool to the areas dad was. There were a number of times she almost jumped into the pool when the little one was put under the water. Understandable for a parent and she commented to me she was very panicky as she caught me smiling at her.
Sunday afternoon all of us headed to the Portland waterfront.
The history of Portland began in 1843 on the Willamette River in what was called Oregon County. In 1845 the name Portland was chosen and the city was incorporated on February 8,1851. Portland was a major port in the Pacific Northwest for much of the 19th century until the 1890's when a direct railway was built from Seattle and points east. The waterfront was busy with homeless people, walkers, cyclists and a small craft market with food carts. There were also a number river boats and a museum on the water. As well there is a war memorial as pictured below on the left. The Blue Star Memorial, a tribute to Armed forces that have defended the USA. While there a women commented to me that her grandfather worked on the building of the ship whose mast is part of the memorial. My comment was well that is something to be proud of in your heritage. As we walked away Fred said to me that would be some feat as the ship in question was built in the early 1800's and she looked much younger than us. We had a good chuckle and I think that as I was wearing a jacket with a Canadian Flag she must have thought we were some gullible Canucks. We enjoyed a stroll for about an hour and a half before heading back home.
More to come so stay tuned.
Sandy & Fred