Portland Saturday Market

One of the things that I've missed the most being away from Portland is the Saturday Market, conveniently located on the Max Line (light rail transit) which can be its own adventure. Jack has never been a fan because he says the incense makes him nauseous (pansy). I LOVE the smells, the loud local bands, the various street performers and the eclectic people that all combine to keep Portland the weird and beautiful place that it is.


Speaking of weird, this guy is a Russian street performer that not only put a giant scorpion in his mouth AND closed it, but had two guys from the audience wrap him tightly in chains so that he could show us his grand escape. Apparently he's one of those freaks of nature that can pop their joints in and out of their sockets. He was very cool to watch and kept everyone entertained not only with his little stunts but his funky sense of humor.




Dear cousin Kyle met us downtown looking like he was heading for an Alaskan adventure rather than a crisp Oregon day (note: everyone else appears to be in short sleeves). Sydney got right back into her old habits of torturing him to the best of her abilities. It made me happy.

Here's dad with his reading glasses trying to figure out his camera. He was just your average guy until Syd added Kyle's hat, and he was magically transformed into Gangsta Grandpa. What up wit it brotha?

Syd loves posing for the camera. This makes up for the nearly two years of her life that I have few pictures of her because she would run crying when I brought out the camera. The best part about this picture is that right after, she fell backwards into that lovely fountain thoroughly soaking her unsuspecting little sister in the background. Her shoes made squashing sounds the whole way home.

And that night, well, does Guitar Hero ever get old? Yeah, that would be my husband with the sunglasses on in the house. At night. I could explain that it was because his glasses broke, and that his sunglasses are prescription to help him see what he's doing, but that would make him seem like less of a tard than the picture without that notation would on its own, so I won't say anything.