If you have been reading around here for long, you were probably getting very worried that you would be spared the annual family photoshoot that I always drag you through in excruciating detail following Christmas (like these fine bits of memory lane from 2010, 2011, 2012, apparently 2013 disappeared somewhere, and 2014). But fear not– we dragged that tripod out into the woods as always and rocked our delay-timer photographed Christmas shoot.When preparing for photos, it is important to select a color palette that is easy to follow and instantly understood by everyone. This is why I declared “muted woodland” and inflicted it on everyone. Some members of our crowd seemed confused by what that meant, and I had to repeat the obvious answers -beige, cream (obviously different than beige), hunter, sage, gray, chambray, tan, maroon, leather, denim — multiple times. But eventually, we were appropriately frocked and ready to whip out our best poses… Like the one where we cluster in couples and pretend to be goofy, minus some members of the family who participate by not participating. …Or the one where we prance around like the cast of Friends, strolling through a path not quite wide enough for us to all saunter arm in arm. And Zach’s introduction of Liz into the family makes the sibling set complete! Oh what, these old things? We just happen to have matching blankets wrapped around our necks as we toss our coiffed hair in a woodland clearing- NBD. Ok fiiiiiinnnne- we can all admit that maybe Zach and Liz win for best interpretation of “muted woodland.” They are like a flipping Eddie Bauer add for love over here. But Lyman and Ruth win “best coordinating outfits,” and James and I get to have a baby, so I guess we are all winners of some sort. The boys… The girls… … and the in-laws who have learned to tolerate our crazy pack. Team #winlaw forever. No one I love better than this bunch in their muted woodland finery. Till next year, O Faithful Tripod!
- "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.