… are of this scrumptious butterball of a nephew opening gifts.Because he just couldn’t get enough of his stuffed doggy, to whom he kept feeding his beloved ball. And every time I raised the camera, he would charge my way and try to lunge into the lens with the most adorable serious face. Plus, he was at that perfect age where he was a pro at opening gifts- all gifts. Old enough to really love tearing that paper, but not so old that he felt territorial about whatever was inside. He helped all of us open our gifts, gleefully loosening paper and grinning at the object, and then wandering off to take another dive at the Christmas tree or smother something in hugs. BABY IN ADULT SHOES AND FOOTIE PAJAMAS. I can’t even deal. And this hat, that he gleefully would pull over his eyes and then dance around like he had discovered the most magical thing ever, which in turn created the most magical thing ever. But really, the best part was watching my family with baby William, the first baby of the family, the one who might just have “baby” attached to his name until he gets married. That kid knew that every person in that house was ready to play, to throw him in the air, to share their toys and laugh at his antics. Watching everyone made me so thrilled to be bringing a baby into this family, full of uncles, aunts, grandparents, and one round-bellied cousin who already love him or her. I can’t wait to have a baby to toss into the middle of this crazy pack of people I love, knowing they will be caught by many sets of loving arms.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramHomeownership (ok and the competitive DC housing market that led us to skip a full inspection), has had many... surprises. Like years of flood damage in the basement, the skylights that were never sealed, the kitchen pipes that were not threaded, the complete lack of water pressure in the shower, the apparent absence of studs in any walls (how?), and the shower door that was hung backwards- to name a few. But there have also been other surprises. The light that fills our home at every moment of the day. The different blooms in the yard that show up unexpected. The tv, patio furniture, lawn tools, 12 cans of orange juice concentrate that the former owners left. The neighbors that have been a welcoming. The way a place can become home so quickly and deeply and happily and expensively and surprisingly.This fall sight on my doorstep is the most beautiful thing. I find reasons to walk outside and analyze my mums multiple times each day, constantly moving pumpkins and turning squirrel bite marks to the back. The kids have picked up on it, and Henry heads outside “just go see if the mums look pretty” and Etta is always pulling off blooms to bring to me. We all love climbing through flowers to come home. Really wanting November to go as slowly as possible.