Yesterday, we decided we were done with books for a bit and it was time for an adventure. The kids and I checked out maps and train stops and packed some lunch and headed out.
First stop: Free parking at Dave's work. Which of course also included a quick hello.

Next: short cut past an ice rink,

to reach the train station. I know it's impossible to tell this was on a train, but you can trust me. I promise.
I put Ellen in charge of getting us off at the right stop and she did a phenomenal job.

After a short walk, a destination: Portland Center for Performing Arts. This statue was a gift from a sister city in Mexico I believe. It was meant to sit out on the waterfront, but after it had a small accident (necessitating a nose job) it found a new home indoors at the PCPA.

Once a month, the volunteer association there hosts a free lunchtime event. Sometimes it's singing or dancing (I think), this time it was theatre.

We got there early enough (truly a rare event for us lately) that the kids could explore a bit.

These monthly events are held in the lobby area, which really qualifies to be called something else entirely. But I'm not sure what...anyone know?
When all the floor seats were filled, folks started up the stairs to these booths. We went up to look at them afterwords and the kids nominated them as the prime seating location next time.


The show was a really well done puppet-rical adaption of Janell Cannon's Stellaluna. It held everyone's attention fabulously.

Our friends the Cox's were there and after the show was over, Cole - our resident history expert - wanted to show us some presidential statues he'd noticed.

There he is, Mr. Rough Rider himself.

The kids were forced to pretend that they too were Rough Riders so we could get the appropriate shot.

Mr. Lincoln was there too.

There was lots of posing.

And then we had to say our goodbyes and find the train stop again.

They never look excited, but I tell you they're out of their minds with being thrilled to look out the windows, to people watch, to constantly go and stop, to repeat all the spanish instructions. I know it looks like just the opposite, but it's a constant "Shhhh" party when we're on the train. I think this is the proper face for people watching actually. It's never a good idea to look too excited when staring at other folks.

There. See. At least one person looks happy.
Then back through the ice rink, where a certain someone snagged some brochures about an ice skating party for a very distant birthday, another quick Dave visit and our adventure came to a close.

Which was good, cause a few of us were plum tuckered out.