You Can Call Me Flower, If You Want To

Our recent trip to the tulip farm. Notice Mount Hood (the snowy peak between the two trees) in the first picture:

Cocco did not enjoy sitting in the dirt:

 Giant wooden shoes!

Guidos Here, Guidos There, All These Guidos Everywhere!

Spring has sprung in Portland. Apparently sunny Spring promptly regretted its decision to appear from hibernation and the rainy grey skies have returned for a few more weeks. Alas.

We recently enjoyed an overlapping visit from my mom and Joel's parents. Cocco had some quality Grammy time (Hi, Mom!):

Then the Guidos came all the way from tropical Ecuador. This was the first time John met Cocco. For the first few days, she made faces like this whenever he approached:

But they soon became the best of friends:

We almost killed ourselves biking this scary contraption down the streets of downtown Portland, all in the quest of doughnuts:

Besides my ever-favorite activity of eating food, one of our activities together included hiking. Portland has the largest National Park within city limits in the nation, which is where we had our adventure. Fun fact-- Portland also has the smallest city park in the nation (yes, this is a real thing):

We bonded with some trees:

Worked on our power-walking form:

Stopped to catch our breath:

And finally made it to the top o' the hill where the mansion lives:

And enjoyed the view of the city:

Hey, Cocco-- remember when we visited here last summer and you were this tiny?

Well now you are all grown up!

As always, the visit was quite enjoyable. Thanks for visiting us, mis suegros!