Three Strikes

Strike One:
On Saturday, we (including Ruby) went to our first pumpkin patch on Sauvie Island. We thought it was a perfect day to go—so did hundreds of other Portlanders. The fog was just starting to burn off when we got there. After only ten minutes, we had to unexpectedly leave with no pumpkins in hand. Ruby’s muzzle puffed up and started to bleed. A few days earlier, she was bit by another Boston Terrier (nasty little bitch) on our after-dinner walk. Dominic ended up taking her to the vet to have it examined and cleaned.

Luca is having a blast.

Ruby recovering from her visit to the vet.

Strike Two:
On Sunday, we all got dolled up and headed to Hawthorne’s Red Light (clothing store) to get our photos taken in their black and white photobooth. We waited a half an hour until they opened only to find out that the photobooth was broken. Nice. We turned around and got ice cream. Defeated again.

On our way to Hawthorne Street

Strike Three:

Later in the day, we got a bomb dropped on us. Our nanny texted us to let us know she couldn’t be a nanny anymore because of health issues. Man, were we stunned! There went our afternoon plans to go see a movie, grab a bite to eat and simply hang out together! We were so looking forward to the break. Shit! There goes our weekly help! It took me so long to find a good nanny—I had to filter through so many yahoo applicants to find “the one”. Dominic and I ended up each digging deep and taking a shift with the babies.

On the Bright Side: 
Less than 2 hours after receiving our nanny’s text, a serendipitous nanny post showed up on Craigslist. We met with her that very evening and guess what? She’s mature, amazingly qualified, down to earth and available. Fingers-crossed, she can start this week once I talk to her references. 

For having a lot of crappy things happen this weekend, we sure got some great photos.