… 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 InstagramOur second foray into the very quiet halls of the National Gallery went much better than our first, which ended approximately 10 seconds after Henry discovered the full echo potential of his voice. But today we made it a full hour of relative calm (high kicks and all) so I’m mildly intoxicated by our success and making bold plans for full days spent sketching and waxing poetic on the merits of Dutch still lifes.Heavy is the hand that holds the cake pop. 💞Valentine’s Day had a rough start (because toddler tantrums and bakeries across town being out of their special holiday pastry after you endured said tantrum to make the trek there), but the day was redeemed with homemade cake pops, enthusiastic friends, and no restraints in sprinkles application. After naps we strolled around the neighborhood delivering them to friends. Henry has made this day a verb and keeps on asking if he can “Valentines more people,” which means shower the people he loves with things he loves. And that is the very heart of what we should celebrate today, in all its inclusive and platonic goodness.