Oliver in California!

Oliver spent this last week with his grandparents, Kim and David, in the Northern California town of Fortuna. Being an 8 hour drive away, they don’t get to see him as often (though they try very hard to get up here every chance they get!), so they kept him last week for some extended fun. It was really tough for Jenny and me to let him go for a whole week. We plunged ourselves into house projects and work and tried to keep busy. We were thankful for the many updates, pictures and phone calls from Kim and David, letting us know our little guy was doing well (he could sort of tell us so himself on the phone).

So here are some pictures from his week; he met many people his grandparents know, got reacquainted with some family and distant cousins, experienced a rodeo, a penny scramble, a pony & a horse (!), and lots of other stuff. We’re glad to know he had so much fun, but we’re also glad he’s back and amazed at what a difference a week makes in his vocabulary!

Abbie eats bananas???

Here are a couple videos over recent weeks. It’s surprising the difference a couple weeks can make with his language development!



Though he's never exchanged money for anything, Oliver realizes it's power. He's surprised the family pets aren't as fascinated by it.

Price Family Reunion

Last weekend we joined family in Seaside for an overdue family reunion. We all had a great time and wished we had stayed the whole week and not just a long weekend. Here are a few pictures from our trip.

Oliver in the pool with his dad.


The weather in Seaside was beautiful the entire time we were there but it was windy at times. Here is Oliver on the beach. It had been over a year since Oliver was at the coast. He loved the beach and the ocean. It was all we could do to keep him from running into the water.

Oliver enjoying his first s’more.


Oliver does not like carousels. We have tried a number of times and he is fine once until he is on the horse and the carousel starts. Here is a picture before the death grip.

Oliver was the youngest person at the reunion but there were a few kids just a bit older. They were all really good with him. He loved playing with everyone. Here is a group of us on a group bike with Cami and Oliver leading the way.

Father’s day

Catching up on recent weekends here…

We had a wonderful father’s day the weekend before last. We met my mom, dad and brother at our family farm outside McMinnville. A little history here: The farm has been in my family many generations and the farmhouse itself was built by my great-grandfather. So, when we set Oliver down to run around, my dad remarked proudly that he was the fifth generation Evers to be at that farm. My brother Joe lives there now and takes good care of the place. Mom and Dad are putting the finishing touches on a new house they just built in the hills on the other end of town.

The big event of the day was to visit the new Evergreen Space Museum, next to the Aviation Museum (home of the Spruce Goose) and IMAX theater. It’s strange to see these amazing new buildings standing just across a field from the family farmhouse, less than a mile away! The farm used to feel so remote to me, like were miles and miles from civilization, in the middle of nowhere. Now we could walk a few minutes to see NASA space capsules and missiles!

Oliver got to spend more time with my brother Joe, which I think they both enjoyed. Afterward, we met my other brother, Darren, and his kids for a big lunch. It was a great day. My mom bought Oliver an astronaut costume that he’ll fit in a year or so.


I should mention that it was nice father’s day for me too. Jenny made a nice breakfast and Oliver and I got to read the Sunday funnies together.

Night Night Abbie

Oliver decided to tear all five clean bibs off his highchair and drape them over our dog, Abbie. When he was done he said, "Night night" to her.

He did this several times. She'd get up and shake them off, then sit patiently while he covered her up again.

Portland Zoo

Last Weekend we went to Portland’s wonderful zoo. It had been 6 or 7 years since Jenny and I had gone, and there were many new things to see. Of course with Oliver, it was a whole new experience. On the advice of our neighbors Dan and Kathy, we bought a yearly membership. We plan to get a lot of use out of it, with concerts in the summer and events in winter.

In the morning Oliver insisted on wearing his broken sunglasses, but the day turned out cold and rainy. We soon realized it would have been a good day for Oliver to wear boots. He still likes to stomp in those puddles. I have many photos of Oliver standing in front of Plexiglas, staring excitedly at some critter or another on the other side.

Next time, we’ll let him pet the sheep and goats in the farm area. I really love the old tractor they’ve parked out there! The aftermath of a much-enjoyed cinnamon-sugar elephant ear

Puddle Splashing

Keith went away with his brothers to Hood River over the weekend so that left Oliver and I to spend some quality time together. The weather was pretty rainy on Sunday but I couldn't stand the thought of staying inside with an active toddler. Whenever Oliver hears a plane overhead, he stops whatever he's doing and looks to the sky. I thought it might be fun to head out to Marine Drive, near the airport, and watch the planes come in. I figured a little rain wouldn't hurt us--this is Oregon after all. Marine Drive has a walking path and as long as it isn't windy, it's really a quite pleasant walk. I thought I was being really smart when I reasoned that we would head to the grocery store after our little excursion. No reason to make more than one trip.

It had been awhile since I had thought about mud puddles. I don't search for them and when I come across them I don't have the urge to splash in them. This is where Oliver and I are different. We didn't get very far before Oliver started playing in one small puddle and promptly fell in. I grabbed him quickly and figured I could wipe off the mud and he would dry out before the trip to the store. At this point, I still had hopes that we would make it to the store. But as you can see from the video, Oliver found a bigger, better puddle to play in. I thought about whisking him out of the puddle and back to the car but I'm glad I decided against it. Oh, did I mention that I had just finished his weekly load of laundry that morning? We didn't make it to the store that morning. Instead we headed home for a warm bath, lunch and a nap.

Guitar Man

I recently strung up a little ukulele that I've had for a while, but the tuning pegs wouldn't stay in tune, so I gave it to Oliver as his little "guitar." That gave him a sense of entitlement to all guitars, so when I was playing my full-sized guitar the other day, Oliver made it clear that he wanted to play it, so I let him have it. He took it out of my hands (it's taller than he is) and managed to carry it across the office and set it on the little sofa. Then he pulled himself up on the sofa, positioned himself under the guitar, and played us this little song. The lyrics are simple.

-Keith

PS: Happy Mothers day to Jenny and all the wonderful grandmas!

Home Haircut and Discovery Walk

Last weekend we cut Oliver’s hair. Unlike his last (and only other) haircut, where he was a model of stillness and cooperation, this time we were just chasing his squirming head. I was afraid I’d cut him. He ended up with crooked bangs and a weird diagonal chunk of hair removed over one ear. Could've been worse.
A momentary distraction from photographer, Nana.

Clean up.

This morning, Jenny took Oliver to the Discovery Walk in Vancouver, where he apparently slept in his stroller through most of the “walking” part and finally woke up in time to splash in a fountain in the park and soak all his clothes.

Excitement at an airplane overhead.

This afternoon, he helped me in the yard by collecting dandelion heads and manning the lawn aerator. His 21 pounds wasn’t enough to really sink it in.

This afternoon we had a scare when Oliver and I were walking up the stairs on our hands and knees. We were only on the fourth stair when he suddenly sat up, leaned back, and went rolling down before I could grab him. He wasn’t hurt, but it clearly scared him (and me!). Hopefully, this will make both of us a bit more cautious!

-Keith

A few spring photos

All is well, and we’re relatively healthy. Jenny and I are spending a weekend at the coast, and Oliver will be watched by my parents.

New words include “bubbles!,” “blue,” and “Oliver.” New skills include opening and closing doors (and sometimes smashing fingers) and just generally getting into stuff he hadn't been able to get into before. New favorite snack appears to be craisins.

Giggles, tantrums, and extended babbling continue.

Children's Museum Again

This last week has been one of colds (all of us) with Oliver developing a fever that blossomed into a nice ear infection. We just spent the morning at the hospital getting a bunch of medications. We've been through this before. Not fun.

So instead, I'll relate the much happier events of last weekend, when Oliver and I went to the Children's Museum. It was his second time there (Jenny took him there a couple months ago). She warned me that the splashing pool right in the center would tempt Oliver, and she was right. He had to splash in it every time we passed by, which must have been a dozen times. He sleeves were soon soaked.

Behind the splashing pool was a full-sized water works, where kids put on waterproof smocks and get slightly wet in all kinds of water-oriented displays (yes, I put on Oliver's smock backwards). By the time we finished, his face and hair were dripping wet.

The last picture is after 3 hours of play. I noticed that he'd been pushed around a bit by older kids who didn't let him spend as much time as he wanted at a particular activity. By the time we reached the school bus, Oliver muscled his way to the driver's seat and gave a firm "NO!" to the other kids who wanted to sit there. His bossy bus driver attitude made a little girl cry. That's when I knew it was time to go home.


-Keith

Garage Project Phase III

This is a continuation of my project involving the restoration of my old 1920's garage. This post describes the concrete work.
(Earlier post: Garage Project Phase II)

It took a couple Saturdays to get the concrete forms ready. My father-in-law, a professional builder, warned me about the need for a release agent to prevent the forms from sticking. I decided to try biodiesel. I have yet to try to remove the forms, so we’ll see how that goes.

Last week was a bit nerve-wracking because I’ve only ever worked with small batches of concrete. I really didn’t want to mess up the $675.00 worth of concrete and gravel I’d ordered for this project. Also, the only opening they had to deliver on Saturday was at 8:00 AM! Thankfully, I had the day before that off, but the list of things to get done was long.

The concrete company told me their truck needed a stable road at least a 10 feet wide, with no overhang under 14 feet. If the driver didn’t think the road was good enough, we’d have to use wheelbarrows to carry the concrete from the street – a nightmare scenario! Unfortunately, the back alley to my garage was choked with blackberries, overgrown brush, and muddy potholes!

The critical 300 foot path from the street (top) to my garage (red square) had to be cleared for the concrete truck.

After checking with my neighbors that I could chop down whatever was growing behind their property into the alleyway, I started in early Friday chopping, mowing, and trimming – with the most work being on my own overgrown hedge. The whole time, my mind was running through everything I had to prep on the garage, and here I was clearing brush! But it had to be done.

With the alleyway (hopefully) clear enough for the truck, I turned my attention to the open pit of loose, fluffy, and rotten log-filled dirt that made up one third of my garage floor. Before I could pour a new slab on top of it, I needed to compact the soil. But first, I had to dig out the bad stuff. I ducked between all the wooden braces and started to shovel. Every time I thought I’d gotten down low enough, I’d turn up another rotten log. In the end, I shoveled out 6 wheelbarrows full of dirt.

Meanwhile, a load of gravel had arrived in a big pile in the alley. It was to go in the cavity I was digging out, allowing me to get a good compact foundation on which to pour the concrete. With my wheelbarrow and shovel, I started moving gravel into the void. By this point I was exhausted and running out of daylight. There would be no time in the morning to prepare, so I had to get it ready at whatever the cost. But I hadn’t yet starting digging out the slab I intended to pour behind the garage! I didn’t even have a pick-axe and didn’t know how long it would take me. I was almost ready to forego the new slab altogether.

My neighbor Dan comes out to see concrete poured in the slab he helped excavate the night before.

That is when a hero stepped in. My neighbor Dan knew about my project, and he volunteered both his labor and tools just when I needed them. In the fading daylight, he swung his pick-axe into the boulder-filled earth outside the shop, and together we dug until we could no longer see what we were doing. I hastily laid out some wooden forms for the slab sides. With light and space for removed soil running out, we scaled back the length of the slab from 10 feet to 8 feet. Dan left his tools for me. It was late. I closed up the garage for the night, took a shower, and didn’t sleep a wink.

Dad floats the new slab.

The second hero, as always, is my dad. He arrived at 7:30 the next morning and we frantically started preparing the site. The concrete truck arrived 10 minutes early! The thing about concrete is that you have x minutes to unload the truck and they charge you y dollars for every minute beyond that as stand-bye time. When that truck is ready, your wallet is on the clock.

The driver came out to look at the alley, hemmed and hawed about branches and the stability of the surface, but thankfully decided to give it a go. His truck squeezed down the alley with inches to spare on either side, and we now had concrete right next to the project! My alley trimming the day before had been worth it.

The next hour and a half was a sweaty frantic rush of action as we moved the concrete from the truck to the forms a wheelbarrow at a time (we blew out one wheelbarrow tire). Finally, it was in! Dad and I spent another 3 hours floating and smoothing things into shape. The concrete started to get firm. We took a lunch break and came out to see that the cat had walked across the area. We smoothed over that, but later, when it was just soft enough, the cat did it again. And those prints are now permanent.

Wet concrete fills the pit that once held 80 years worth of rotten wood. A proper floor at last!

Anchor bolts in the foundation forms.

Next: Removing the forms, replacing the sills, and maybe lowering the structure into place!