I know, I know – there have been a lot of photoshoots posted over here lately instead of my usual titillating discourses on such worthy subjects as our current activities and eating habits. But I couldn’t resist sharing one more, because BABIES in BASKETS with BALLOONS. Plus, it is kind of fun to remember when Clara was born last year, and then when she couldn’t quite sit up on her own last spring, and now she is walking! Happy one year on this earth Clara!
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramLast night we had a cookie picnic under the Christmas tree. We used pull apart cookie dough that may have been licked by a toddler in the process. Henry insisted on wearing a football jersey over his pjs and told us that his favorite part of the Christmas story is when the shepherd gets eaten by the chicken. 🧐 Right before our picnic we had to clean glass out of the floorboards because an energetic toddler got excited at dinner. Etta was hanging on by a thread after a day of crap naps. Which is to say, last night we had a moment of beauty and calm in the midst of chaos. Which is to say- Christmas.I had some major parenting fails today. But ignoring that rope and letting Henry stick his face right up against the trains was definitely a parenting win. [Also, Henry is standing in one of several Spots Where Hannah Tried Unsuccessfully To Orchestrate Her Own Engagement -December 2011. They basically constitute a lesser known Christmas tour of the city.]