Nana & "Poppy's" Weekend Visit

Some of Kyle's favorite things: Firetrucks and a submarine shirt/shorts combo.

Kyle, just prior to getting in trouble
Ryan, just prior to not getting in trouble

"Swing me, Smokey"

On our way to Cannon Beach, we stopped at one of our favorite spots for breakfast: Camp 18.

Nana, Kyle, & "Poppy"

(backstory: As soon as Kyle accidentally discovered that dad did not like to be called "Poppy", he insisted on calling him "Poppy" for the rest of the weekend)

Nana snuggling with her little Ryan man.

Grandma: "I just love you, my little shnuggles man." Kyle: "I love YOU, Nana Bo-berta." Ryan: "Who puts an elk's head on the wall of an eating establishment?"

"Timmmmmmmbbbbbber!"

The requisite photo of a family member sitting on the lumberjack guy at Camp 18.

"Hey Nana, surf's up. Be careful. Don't fall into the ocean." The final moments of the beach trip during which mom was dry. The way mom tells it, a rogue wave swept her off of her feet, but dad assures me it was only a few inches of water.

Kyle: "My mom is insistent that we get our money out of this cheap $2 kite. Is Walgreens really the best place to buy a kite?"

"Ewww, sand."

We can't understand Kyle's listening problems these days. We thought it was just a phase, but it might be something more.