Eagle Crest

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We are finally back at home near Roseburg, Oregon after our week at Eagle Crest in Redmond.

It was too cold to golf and too expensive to ski, plus we all still have various degrees of colds, so we didn't do much.

But it was nice to just relax with all the amenities at our disposal, including a hot tub on our deck, a dishwasher other than myself, cable TV (but no Barney!), gas fireplace, and all that other good stuff. Eagle Crest accomodation has always been terrific.

Here is the view from the hot tub...

Bundled up on my ride through the resort...
Ordering my mango guava smoothie at the coffee bar...

Wishing you all a blessed weekend!

Safety First

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As I mentioned, we are back home. It’s nice to play with all my stuff again, and I remember everybody! I tripped up over all the mini-steps in our house at first (just in the bedroom, there is a step down from the hall, a step up into the closet walkway, and a step down into the bathroom), but now I’ve got those all remembered, too.

There is so much to tell, but I’ll try to go in chronological order. The last I wrote was about us staying at Eagle Crest in Redmond, Oregon, the week before Memorial Day, so I’ll start with that.

It was nice and relaxing there – it was basically child-proof so Mommy didn’t have to follow me around all the time making sure I stayed out of trouble. They even gave us a stair gate.

Here’s the view out of front of the condo.
Now out of the back. We were right on the edge of a canyon, so I didn’t get to go play outside by myself.
This is the living room of the condo:
Here are the geese we walked by just about every day.
And here are some deer we saw on a walk.
This is one of those “Can you find the hidden bunny in the photo?” photos.
Here we are at Taco Bell. Mommy says we didn’t accomplish our goal of getting so sick of Taco Bell we wouldn’t miss it for a year, but we sure tried. I’m working on a straw – I got those things so figured out on this trip.
Here’s Mommy in a warped-face photo.
Here are Mommy and I drinking together.
This is Daddy’s idea of an artistic photo. He also took a bunch of photos of the underside of the table, but we won’t show those.
This is my favorite part of Taco Bell: paper napkins for dessert. A meal just isn’t complete without a little paper in it.
Our friends Uncle K. and Auntie C. came to visit on Thursday for a couple of days, and here we are on a walk with them.
We went by a tiger show, but these tigers don’t look like any I know.
I was boardin’ down a hill on the walk, and some guy, instead of clapping for me as I expected, had the audacity to say I should have a helmet on. They don’t make them my size! Daddy’s been checkin’ out every sports store in the state with no success! I don’t get it. Is there no market for boardin’ helmets for 1-year-olds in this civilized country???

Mommy finally got me a bike helmet for 3+ years from WalMart just before we left the US, so now Daddy will let me do a few more tricks on my own.

Anyway, here I am boardin’ with protective gear, sans helmet.
We finally left Eagle Crest and drove back to the rain, er, Roseburg, on Saturday. Here I am at Stewart Park in Roseburg.
Auntie Audra’s wedding was on Sunday – I’ll write about that in my next post.

55+? Help!

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Esmé's Mommy here:


I am still recovering from a very traumatic moment here. Yesterday I was shopping at Ross, which has a 10% for seniors discount on Tuesdays. So as I was checking out, the cashier asked me in all seriousness if I was 55 or older.


There's nothing wrong with looking 55 if you are. But I am not even 35 yet (not quite). I've had my fingers crossed since then, hoping no one asks if Esmé is my granddaughter. I keep checking the mirror to try to understand the question.


(If you're wondering what I look like, admittedly there are few photos of me on this blog, primarily since I am usually behind the camera. The most recent one is 2nd to last at the end of this previous blog, with my parents and Esmé.)


Moving on . . . I'm sitting in the lobby of the Eagle Crest hotel, since this is the only building on the resort with wireless network access. And this explains why I haven't been blogging much lately - we are in the furthest condo from the hotel, and I have to trek across miles of golf course to get here, dodging gopher holes and goose poop and wild critters like this 5-foot beauty, who decided to park in the turnaround in front of our condo:

Esmé is sleeping in her stroller (my gamble that a walk would put her to sleep paid off!), and dear husband is playing golf. It is a cold breezy day, but the game benefits the Boys and Girls Club, so sacrifices must be made, you know.


And that is life here in the Northwest US. Now I'm going to check on a few blogs in the few moments while baby is still sleeping. My poor Google Reader has been registering 1000+ items for several weeks now.

The Luxurious Life

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My Uncle J picked us up in Eugene and drove us to Roseburg, where we spent Monday night. On Tuesday we got our car and drove to Redmond, OR, where we stayed at Eagle Crest Resort. It was snowing when we drove over the pass – my very first snow – but I was sleeping during it. So does it count?

The resort is in the Oregon High Desert. Right now it is very green and pretty. There was a huge deer on the front lawn when we arrived, and there are lots of geese and goslings. Here’s a photo of the canyon outside our condo.
What a luxurious life – here I am on my big bed and then in a bubble bath.
We went shopping one day – Mommy went to Victoria Secret to get Audra’s wedding present while Daddy and I ate a hot dog. Then we bought me a pair of Ray Bans!
The next day Uncle J came with G and G's mommy Auntie E. Here I am swinging with G. This was my first time alone on a swing – it was fun!
We rode on my skateboard together, too.
On Friday, Daddy and Uncle J played golf. They don’t let kids like me on the course here for liability reasons. That’s dumb. Do they think I’m going to hurt somebody?

Then Mommy went with E to the resort spa to get a massage, facial, and herbal body wrap. They didn’t take me to that either. I did get to go swimming, though.

Then on Sabbath we went to Smith Rock, a world-renown rock climb spot.
Here’s Daddy on the rock:
Everybody got to climb except me. Here I am in my harness climbing the steps, though.
Then we drove back to Roseburg. I was awake this drive and got to see snow, even though it wasn’t snowing.