This weekend was awfully nice - even though it was mid-upper-90s (a little nutso for Portland). We ate out at new restaurants for breakfast both Saturday and Sunday, got a ton of unpacking done, slept the last two nights - all four of us - out in the sun room because it gets the best breeze, hung out, drank beer, continued to set-up house. We even squeezed in both a two-year-old's birthday party and a family picnic. PLUS we took the girls to watch the fireworks from one of the bridges right near where they were being let off. We had a spectacular view! They were loud but not unsafely loud. The Bug was very scared at first, but I explained to her that they were rockets just like in her Jamberry book and she immediately became intrigued. She was very attentive and watched the rest of the show carefully (while holding onto me tightly). Belly was alarmed at first, too, but after she realized that we were fine, she watched for a little while and then looked around like, "So what's next?" That's how she is - cool as a cucumber. Oh! And I made margaritas last night. So freaking good, I tell you. SO good.