Oregon Day 4: Midday

This afternoon we went to visit Debbie's mother, Grandma Jean. Grandma Jean lives in a cute one-bedroom apartment in Portland proper. On our way over, Clara fell asleep, so we drove around a little to let get some rest. She has thus far refused to nap and sleep would help remove the cranky pants for the visit with Grandma.

The visit was a delight. Jean is incredibly fun and loving and appropriately oohed and ahhed over Clara. She had mentioned to some of her friends that we were coming by that day. As we walked into the building a woman in one of the common areas asked us, "Is that the granddaughter?"

At first Clara wasn't hip to the new environment, but quickly got her wits about her and set out to explore. (I must say, I think she looks incredibly adorable in a turtleneck. Two more pictures as proof.)We visited, chatting about this and that, for an hour or so, when Grandma Jean broke out her Polaroid camera. Jean doesn't trust people to send her prints, so she must always have pictures taken with her Polaroid. We posed for the Polaroid shots then I took a few pictures on Debbie's new camera. We wanted a shot of our family with Grandma Jean.We had to take the obligatory four-generation shot.Too soon it was time to say goodbye, so we piled back in our rental car, exchanged hugs and kisses, and thanked Grandma Jean for her hospitality. I truly enjoy my visits with Grandma Jean and look forward to the next time we'll see her.