This photo is a rare memento of a truly remarkable occasion: all of us kids, together with our significant others, hanging out in Beaverton with Dad at the same time.
We try to get together simultaneously, but our plans are often thwarted. Like the time when everyone was eating brunch at a restaurant and Ethan never showed up. Hours later he was found in the restaurant parking lot, sound asleep in his car. Then he wanted breakfast and wondered why everyone was leaving already. College kids. Sheesh.
He almost didn’t make it this time either…something about still being in bed at 11:30 a.m. when we called him. On further thought, I’m just going to blame all of our get-together issues on Ethan, since he probably won’t read this blog. I like that idea.
So, back to the Sunday after Thanksgiving …
We delivered Mom to her Airport Destination and then treated Dad to brunch at Sweet Tomatoes. I love everything about that place, except for the vegetarian part. Which is fine if you subscribe to Mom’s philosophy: “Meat is Excessive”. I give her the side-eye for that one because she, a) is the daughter of a rancher b) taught her children how to raise livestock for market and c) now is the mother of a farmer. Have a steak, Mom. For the rest of us eating at Sweet Tomatoes, we just eat lots of scrambled eggs and dream of bacon on the side.
Here’s a picture of Dad and Danae at the restaurant. Scheming . You can see it in their eyes. Don’t be fooled by the innocent smiles.
I need to go back to the original picture for a moment. I’d like to know why my brother is 3 feet taller than anyone else in the family. I believe he got some mutant height gene and may have super powers.
And Andrew is looking kind of sketchy…but what do you expect from a brother-in-law?
Dad appears to be taking a quick nap when he didn’t think we were watching.
But we girls look great. Naturally.