Rainy Sunday Parkways

16 weeks

Today was the last Sunday Parkways of the season. Parkways are one of our favorite events in Portland, as the city closes streets in a designated neighborhood to allow for bicycle and pedestrian traffic to take over for several hours. Our participation has been quite limited this year as Nathan is not old enough for bicycle carriers. When he was about three weeks old, we walked part of the North Portland route. Today, the Parkways came to our neighborhood and Jennifer, Nathan and I set out in the fall weather (blustery and cool followed by total downpour and drenched). To prepare for the cooler weather, I finally put Nathan into his first pair of jeans. I love how they look on, but are significantly more work to put on and take off compared to the sweats he usually wears.

Since Nathan is growing, I adjusted his stroller so he is no longer lying flat, but reclined slightly. He didn't seem to notice the difference much and didn't pay any more attention to his surroundings. Bundled with a warm lap quilt, we headed toward the nearest park to find food for Jennifer and myself first. After eating, we began to walk the Parkways route when the skies truly opened and we were stuck in the first real downpour of the season. We hid out under the cover of trees while the storm passed and then I decided I was ready to go home again. Nathan, of course, slept through the entire storm. Once home, Jennifer grabbed her bike and went back to the parkways, while Nathan enjoyed a little tummy time at home.

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