July 31, 2011

road trip: northern OR

We've been on the road, sorry for the silence. We're finally home and I have some catching up to do...

Samuel. Not impressed by road trips.
Sigh.

Little feet make for cute photos. We enjoyed the lawn and cooler weather. By cooler I mean 85, not 95. 

How many feet you meet.

We spent time with the cousins.

And parting was such sweet sorrow. 

I want to give a PSA: Lock your doors! 

On our way home we stopped at the rest stop just south of Salem. I sat in the car and nursed a frantically hungry boy while the hubs took Millie for a little walk. As they walked away down a path, a man kind of followed them as far as a trash can, then turned around and walked the other way.. towards our car. My heart started to beat fast, and then he stepped off the curb and reached for the car door. 

There's this moment in life, when something really scary is about to happen... Everything seems to go quiet for a minute and then the click of the car door opening seems so loud. Click. 

As soon as the door was open - so was my mouth. I shouted at him, "Hey, you've got the wrong car!" I was already reaching for my phone as he spun around. Todd was back around the corner in about 20 seconds. The man was nowhere to be found.

You read and watch these horror stories, so of course the worst case scenario is running through my mind. And although this guy looked like he walked right off a sexual predator poster, most likely he was just interested in our valuables (apparently he didn't know we don't have any). 

The most frustrating part: I was so freaked out about the event taking place I didn't even notice what he was wearing. I'd never be able to spot him again. 

So lock your doors, folks. Keep valuables out of view. And pay attention to details. 

We will now return you to your regularly scheduled blogging. See you tomorrow.

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