It was a Seahawks Spirit Day on Instagram and Moms is a little weird
I've got team spirit?
As part of Moms' job, we sometimes get to go on special adventures. In November, one of those adventures was to the Newberg Fire Department.
Let me tell you, Chief Les and his firefighters rolled out the red carpet for Yours Truly. I got to sit in ALL the trucks, take a ride around the block in one of the trucks, watch one firefighter put on ALL his gear, I got to see the FLIR in action, see a motorcycle officer, and ON and ON and ON!
It might have been the best day of my life, people. Seriously for real.
Checking out the headset
On top of the Ladder Truck, looking at the length of the ladder
Forward Looking InfraRed
This truck was pretty cool too
More truck gear
Can we take this home, please?
Sorry, officer, but I think I'd rather be a fireman
How to cap off a great day? A picnic in wine country with Moms!!
It's pretty rainy in Portland
With Pops firmly in his second year of school, Moms and I had plenty of time for adventures. Errands, Big Slide, we did lots in November. But we missed Pops while we were running around without him.
I go into the Big Slide play area all by myself now!
But as busy as Pops was, he still had some time for me! One day he even snuck into my school, sprung me early, and took me bowling!
Supposedly this thing helps me bowl strikes
What else happens in November? TURKEY DAY! Wherein the Moawads sit in their PJs all day, watch football, and re-heat traditional staples purchased from a nearby deli.
I'm Owen the First I am, Owen the First I am, I am!
The day after Thanksgiving: THE VERY NEXT DAY, I was off on my next big adventure.
First, coffee and tire change with Pops in NW Portland while Moms went to the gym.
Next, home to play some XBox One with Pops.
Then, get on I-5 S and head on down to Eugene for my first Duck Game ever: THE CIVIL WAR.
Moms and I met Auntie Feather and one of her college friends down there while Pops tried to recapture his grunge days of college at a Pearl Jam concert in P-town.
Moms was a little worried about whether or not I'd nap in the car. Good news: I fell asleep within 15 minutes of our departure. Bad news: I woke up once we were stuck in traffic and I booted up all of the Starbucks from earlier in the day. And when I say "all" I mean there was not an ounce of anything left in my stomach. Luckily (relatively speaking) we were a stone's throw away from the Wilsonville Fred Meyer so we pulled off and purchased supplies like garbage bags and new pants. Then, about 90 minutes and 300 clorox wipes and 75 Febreze sprays later, we were back on the road in standstill traffic and Moms started to wonder if this whole trip was cursed. (Side note: I asked for Cheetos as we ran through the Fred Meyer, so she knew I wasn't really sick).
The game was pretty great, it was more of a nailbiter than it should have been, but our Duckies pulled it out. While the game didn't have the BCS implications we thought it might, it was still a great first trip down to Autzen.
And, just so you know, she took a picture of me in the car with goo dripping from my mouth and gloves. But I'm sparing you. You're welcome.
Geared up for the game (thank goodness I didn't gear up before the drive!)
Some dudes took pity on us trying to do a selfie with Autzen in the background
Moms *might* have gone a bit overboard on the matchy-matchy