Trees, trees, and more trees.

Hello from Oregon.

I had grand intentions the first day we got here to post pictures from our road trip. They would have included the trailer park-yacht themed motel we stayed at (we stayed in the Captains Quarters.) And maybe a few photos of the landscape along the way (although really, that wasn't that great.) But, we have been busy unpacking, starting a new school, explaining to Sam why his bed is here and trying not to go into labor too early.

I had to take a moment and post about something Sam said. As any mother that has ever had a two year old knows, they want to know what what everything is. Sam will say, "What's that?" about 500 times a day. Sometimes we can't tell if he is pointing to the building or the telephone pole right next to it, but he asks this all day about everything.

We were on our way to drop Lizzy off to school for the first time, here is what he asked:

Sam: "What's that?!?!"

I turned around to see what he was pointing at. There were no buildings or telephone poles, this was unmistakable. He was pointing at the trees.

I said: "Those are trees."

Sam (with a sort of reverence): "Trees."

Then very excitedly he started pointing all around him saying: "TREES! More trees! More trees! More trees!"

It's true Sam, we aren't in Arizona anymore.

View from our back patio. Photo courtesy of Lizzy.