I was thinking today about what I'm most thankful for just in this past year.
It turns out that what seemed like the worst thing (Hudson [inadvertently] lighting himself on fire) developed into the best experience of the year for me. I had never spent that much time one-on-one with Mama. It was so wonderful.
A week-long trip. Huntington, West Virginia. Driving around, finding our way, lots of good discussions, being there for Hudson, worrying about lodging, having our particular travel rituals develop, enjoying our mutual guilty pleasures (only because what we looked forward to all day went against the Hospitality House regulations), laughing and having running jokes, reading aloud to each other. All of it, all of it. Just being together.
My love for Mama was a different and special love after that week. And that is what I am most thankful for this year.
How about you? An event or experience? Something you accomplished or gained? Something you overcame? A realization?
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Thursday, November 28, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
Lou and Me
So yesterday morning when I heard the news of Lou Reed's death, two memories came to me.
I first listened to Lou Reed with Daddy. We didn't listen to rock'n'roll at home due to being Southern Baptist/Presbyterian. So it was a really neat thing whenever I got to ride with Daddy in his old pick-up truck and it felt sinful but safe. You know? I loved Satellite of Love and New York Conversation. It was just an old cassette tape is all.
But I have another Lou Reed related memory that's even better. Hudson and I, when we lived down in Charleston, had a perfect day. We drank sangria in the park and fed animals in the zoo. It was a slightly overcast day and we went to a wildlife preserve that you just kind of hike through. So it was very remote and private on a day like that. A Sunday Morning... Ok in my memory, that is true, not sure about reality. We found a side trail and had a picnic of cheap fruity wine and muffins. We saw bison and fed bears. And every time I hear Perfect Day, I think of Hudson and that day.
I first listened to Lou Reed with Daddy. We didn't listen to rock'n'roll at home due to being Southern Baptist/Presbyterian. So it was a really neat thing whenever I got to ride with Daddy in his old pick-up truck and it felt sinful but safe. You know? I loved Satellite of Love and New York Conversation. It was just an old cassette tape is all.
But I have another Lou Reed related memory that's even better. Hudson and I, when we lived down in Charleston, had a perfect day. We drank sangria in the park and fed animals in the zoo. It was a slightly overcast day and we went to a wildlife preserve that you just kind of hike through. So it was very remote and private on a day like that. A Sunday Morning... Ok in my memory, that is true, not sure about reality. We found a side trail and had a picnic of cheap fruity wine and muffins. We saw bison and fed bears. And every time I hear Perfect Day, I think of Hudson and that day.
Monday, July 29, 2013
This Week :: a link and list post 1
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2. James and I got sucked into Firefly. We did a week-long marathon, watching an episode or two (or three!) a night. Shiny! But it's a gorram shame it got cancelled. Shiong mao niao! (It's not as bad as it could be though, thanks to this.)
3. Summer Project Update: I made three awesome book covers. Th'ain't completely finished, but they are pretty much there. Just some tweaks and off to print!
4. I bought a bikini. It looks like an American flag, it's from Wal-Mart. This is the kind I am used to wearing. Got tired of weird tan lines.
5. Have you looked at my tumblr page lately? I changed it. If you click on a picture, you might see more than is on the main page. Enjoy.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Home
I started to feel really hemmed in recently. Most days, I am in our house all day with both kids because we have just the one car that James takes to work. There are so many huge things going on in the world from Snowden to Istanbul to DOMA and Wendy. But it's all I can do to get these children fed and exercised and most days even that is a struggle. Things have been hard with Bea.
But I don't want to feel hemmed in. This life is my choice and I need to just make the best of it for what it is now. This too shall pass. Every time we go to anywhere, people tell me to "enjoy them while they are young because they grow up so fast." I just smile.
Anyway, while we were stuck here this week, I finally moved in!
We've been here well over a year now, yet our living room walls were bare and our sofa had no pillows. Recently new neighbor stopped by and she asked if we just moved in. Yeah, it was bad.
The first thing I did was cover this chair. We call it the Hudson Chair because Hudson's the one who pulled it out a dumpster back when we lived in Charleston. The seat and back have stains and holes, but these cushions cover them right up:
I made a special corner for the kids. It is for when they get too mad to participate in family life and need to cool down. It has books. So far Amby hasn't had to sit there, but Bea spends a lot of time in it!
But I don't want to feel hemmed in. This life is my choice and I need to just make the best of it for what it is now. This too shall pass. Every time we go to anywhere, people tell me to "enjoy them while they are young because they grow up so fast." I just smile.
Anyway, while we were stuck here this week, I finally moved in!
We've been here well over a year now, yet our living room walls were bare and our sofa had no pillows. Recently new neighbor stopped by and she asked if we just moved in. Yeah, it was bad.
The first thing I did was cover this chair. We call it the Hudson Chair because Hudson's the one who pulled it out a dumpster back when we lived in Charleston. The seat and back have stains and holes, but these cushions cover them right up:
Then I put some art on the walls. It is all either by myownself or people we know:
Then I covered every pillow I could find with fabric I had lying around, re-arranged some chairs, hung up more art and brought in some plants!
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Dream a Little Dream
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I love dreams. They can be strange and fascinating, beautiful with a bittersweet twinge. They can conjure long forgotten memories or give insight into life events by revealing what's happening down in the subconscious.
I do not often share my own dreams simply because, no matter how fascinating it is to one's self, they say nobody really wants to hear other peoples' dreams. But I do. I love to hear what my friends are dreaming! Especially if I have an idea of what they are involved in during waking hours. It's so much fun to make connections and "interpret."
Hudson shared some of his dreams over the hospital week. They were just as strange as you might expect from him. It surely must be true that the more you fill your brain with ideas, the more ideas will show up in your dreams.
Had any interesting dreams lately?
Monday, June 10, 2013
What To Do In Case Of Fire
My brother Hudson is a larger-than-life character. He is Lazarus Long and he is Hemingway and he is Byron. Brilliant, eccentric and, at times, self-destructive. It should go without saying that people like this do not have ordinary campfire experiences; They go up in flames.
And when they are convalescing, the nurses bring them beer.
The event took place last Saturday night after Hudson had worked a long week and pulled a couple no-sleepers. He lives in the hills of West Virginia where parties are held outdoors, far from running water and electricity. Hudson was with strangers and he was manic. Since I was not on the scene at the time, I cannot testify to what actually occurred, but the long and short of it is that Hudson was transported three hours away to the nearest Burn Intensive Care Unit. His right side was covered in burns, complicated by gasoline.
Mama and I drove up there on Sunday. A six hour drive to his home in Hinton and three more hours to Huntington. (You know, Marshall University as in We Are Marshall and Go Herd?) We had no idea how long we'd be gone, but it turned out to be an entire week!
Because of the high risk of infection (in what is surely the least sanitary hospital stateside), visiting hours are more or less rigid. We couldn't stay the night. A nurse referred us to a hospitality house about 20 minutes away. It proved to be a Godsend. Great accommodations (including a double kitchen and private room with bath), lovely old ladies preparing home-cooked meals every other day and a price that couldn't be beat.
The first few days, I took pictures and was all upbeat. Mama and I did our best to advocate for Hudson and make him comfortable, all the while becoming more weary ourselves. It started to drag. Thinking every day that the next day we'd be outta there, only to get our hopes raked down by the bowels of disappointed endeavors, I lost the will to carry my camera.
Our ritual sundowners each evening were the highlight of our days. (Did you know about this?)
Finally, on Sunday, he got his discharge orders and we made the trip back to Hinton. Hudson was awfully uncomfortable in the car. But I'd found a copy of Ender's Game in Huntington and read aloud to my captive audience for those three hours which made the time fly. While he recuperates, Hudson will stay with his employers. They and my cousin Andrew will help care for him.
Mama and I took turns driving and reading aloud all the way back to Greenville, SC. We got about 3 quarters of the way through the book. (We left off at that part where the older boys gang up on Ender in the showers.)
So, yeah. This should pretty well explain my absence.
And when they are convalescing, the nurses bring them beer.
The event took place last Saturday night after Hudson had worked a long week and pulled a couple no-sleepers. He lives in the hills of West Virginia where parties are held outdoors, far from running water and electricity. Hudson was with strangers and he was manic. Since I was not on the scene at the time, I cannot testify to what actually occurred, but the long and short of it is that Hudson was transported three hours away to the nearest Burn Intensive Care Unit. His right side was covered in burns, complicated by gasoline.
Mama and I drove up there on Sunday. A six hour drive to his home in Hinton and three more hours to Huntington. (You know, Marshall University as in We Are Marshall and Go Herd?) We had no idea how long we'd be gone, but it turned out to be an entire week!
Because of the high risk of infection (in what is surely the least sanitary hospital stateside), visiting hours are more or less rigid. We couldn't stay the night. A nurse referred us to a hospitality house about 20 minutes away. It proved to be a Godsend. Great accommodations (including a double kitchen and private room with bath), lovely old ladies preparing home-cooked meals every other day and a price that couldn't be beat.
The first few days, I took pictures and was all upbeat. Mama and I did our best to advocate for Hudson and make him comfortable, all the while becoming more weary ourselves. It started to drag. Thinking every day that the next day we'd be outta there, only to get our hopes raked down by the bowels of disappointed endeavors, I lost the will to carry my camera.
Our ritual sundowners each evening were the highlight of our days. (Did you know about this?)
Finally, on Sunday, he got his discharge orders and we made the trip back to Hinton. Hudson was awfully uncomfortable in the car. But I'd found a copy of Ender's Game in Huntington and read aloud to my captive audience for those three hours which made the time fly. While he recuperates, Hudson will stay with his employers. They and my cousin Andrew will help care for him.
Mama and I took turns driving and reading aloud all the way back to Greenville, SC. We got about 3 quarters of the way through the book. (We left off at that part where the older boys gang up on Ender in the showers.)
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Here is how Hudson looked when we got to him:
(That's a beer he's got! They brought him one with every meal, including breakfast.)
This is what we had to wear to be in his room:
This is our room at the Hospitality House:
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Four
Do you remember being four?
I do. It's pretty vague, but I remember bits and pieces, like snapshots.
That's when we moved from the trailer onto the farm. That's when Hudson got born, bringing the total number of kids up to 4. I played with G. I. Joes and spent most of my time outside. Pretending was a big thing for us. I was afraid of cows, but overall the world was a good, safe place and things always turned out fine. I had a child's faith in God and my parents.
From my parents' accounts, I was excessively silly, optimistic, eager and empathetic, but I don't remember those things. However, those very words are the ones my closest friends and family use to describe me now!
My point is that when we are very small children, we are already ourselves. We gain a lot from life experience and education and all that good stuff. But our basic identity and personality are already there.
This is on my mind because on Friday, Bea will be four years old. I see a lot of interesting traits in my daughter. Beatrice is a wild thing in so many ways. She appreciates the value of good manners and does her best to behave, but is independent. Fiercely so.
She creates environments It's something she's always done and she has particularly developed this skill since we've relaxed about room tidiness. She'll pull her mattress onto the floor and move the bed out from the wall and spread linens around and makes piles here and there so that her room is divided into various regions. It looks like a tornado swept through, but she likes that. She's into tornadoes. And volcanoes and earthquakes and tsunamis and hurricanes.
Another interesting thing about Beatrice is her loathing of clothing, lol. She prefers seamless garments. Like Gandhi. And I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I make her be modest if we go out, because I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, but around the house, I let her go like this:
Beatrice is inventive, curious, stubborn and silly. That's how she is now, that's how she's been these four years. I expect that as an adult, those will still be some of her defining characteristics.
I do. It's pretty vague, but I remember bits and pieces, like snapshots.
That's when we moved from the trailer onto the farm. That's when Hudson got born, bringing the total number of kids up to 4. I played with G. I. Joes and spent most of my time outside. Pretending was a big thing for us. I was afraid of cows, but overall the world was a good, safe place and things always turned out fine. I had a child's faith in God and my parents.
From my parents' accounts, I was excessively silly, optimistic, eager and empathetic, but I don't remember those things. However, those very words are the ones my closest friends and family use to describe me now!
My point is that when we are very small children, we are already ourselves. We gain a lot from life experience and education and all that good stuff. But our basic identity and personality are already there.
This is on my mind because on Friday, Bea will be four years old. I see a lot of interesting traits in my daughter. Beatrice is a wild thing in so many ways. She appreciates the value of good manners and does her best to behave, but is independent. Fiercely so.
She creates environments It's something she's always done and she has particularly developed this skill since we've relaxed about room tidiness. She'll pull her mattress onto the floor and move the bed out from the wall and spread linens around and makes piles here and there so that her room is divided into various regions. It looks like a tornado swept through, but she likes that. She's into tornadoes. And volcanoes and earthquakes and tsunamis and hurricanes.
Another interesting thing about Beatrice is her loathing of clothing, lol. She prefers seamless garments. Like Gandhi. And I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I make her be modest if we go out, because I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, but around the house, I let her go like this:
Beatrice is inventive, curious, stubborn and silly. That's how she is now, that's how she's been these four years. I expect that as an adult, those will still be some of her defining characteristics.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Consider the Ravens
One of the best things about this holiday season for me was getting to see Hudson, my brother who lives in the frozen north, West Virginia. He only comes to visit every few months and we write letters intermittently between his visits.
Hudson lives on a mountain and works the land. He spends a considerable amount of time alone and I believe he must spend most of that time reading. His letters are laced with quotes and references.
He left me feeling inspired to read more. Specifically my Bible, but generally everything. Classics and anything interesting. Because your mind is a palace and why fill it up with images from a bright, flashing screen when you can fill it with wonder and intrigue and complexity of thought? Hudson has a million references to make his own experience more historically resonant, by which I mean, he can see how what he sees and does echoes what has come before and parallels ideas that great minds from the past have expressed.
It is a wonderful thing, a head full of thoughts.
image via pinterest
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
A Letter From Hudson
Hudson, you newer readers may be interested to know, is the eldest of my five younger brothers. He is one of a number of black sheep in our family. He roughs it up north in a green and wild place. We write letters. Long, almost indecipherable letters.
(These excerpts were the best I could do. Hard to translate, ya.)
Making coffee involves an ongoing mutiny among the ranks -- of a course colander, a fine screen and a scrap of t-shirt -- tastes great with condensed milk but makes a scalding mess first. Or can become so unless cap'n is severe (after aussie bad-boy Russell Crowe fashion, right?) yet patient. I wonder why I don't just buy a dag blamed french press... "This isn't Thailand" I often mutter around puddles of caffeinated, spilt mud. Shucks.
I now have Toby for going around and the like (my little red toyo-truck), a triple feature duo (one of each) Chuck Norris and Bill Murray, a portable chimbly, a dozen sundry splinters (for a while at least), some firewood, an egg (chkn) connection, no mustache, poison ivy (barely, at this point), a good solid though not windproof outdoor shower screen and three magnets.
I love you sisterwoman
Hudson
P.S. I can't read it either, sorry.
I'm not sure what pleases me more here, that he got rid of his mustache or that his outdoor shower now has a privacy screen. Either way, a visit is more likely than before.
(These excerpts were the best I could do. Hard to translate, ya.)
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Making coffee involves an ongoing mutiny among the ranks -- of a course colander, a fine screen and a scrap of t-shirt -- tastes great with condensed milk but makes a scalding mess first. Or can become so unless cap'n is severe (after aussie bad-boy Russell Crowe fashion, right?) yet patient. I wonder why I don't just buy a dag blamed french press... "This isn't Thailand" I often mutter around puddles of caffeinated, spilt mud. Shucks.
I now have Toby for going around and the like (my little red toyo-truck), a triple feature duo (one of each) Chuck Norris and Bill Murray, a portable chimbly, a dozen sundry splinters (for a while at least), some firewood, an egg (chkn) connection, no mustache, poison ivy (barely, at this point), a good solid though not windproof outdoor shower screen and three magnets.
I love you sisterwoman
Hudson
P.S. I can't read it either, sorry.
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I'm not sure what pleases me more here, that he got rid of his mustache or that his outdoor shower now has a privacy screen. Either way, a visit is more likely than before.
These are pictures taken by (most likely) Ali last summer. Used without permission.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Braids and Brains
I love this kind of braid because it looks like a really goofy bowl cut if you squint. But it is impossible to wear a braid like this and glasses. So now you get to see my face out there exposed and all.
I've been hiding behind glasses for half my life now. Every time I start thinking of contacts, I lose the nerve. My glasses are an integral part of my identity. I longed for them for years before they were necessary. They just make me look smarter. Or maybe they make me look as smart as I am, not smarter than I am. Or maybe I'm really smarter than I look.
One time when we were playing monopoly, Hudson accidentally said, "I don't look as dumb as I am." It was an uncharacteristic slip and we never let him forget it.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
A Letter From Hudson
Hey Lily, thanks ever muchly for letter, news and the excitement such notes doth bring and give and whatnot. Beatrice talking?! Wow! Makes me want to see ya an her an e'r'one. Sounds as though y'all are K. New address? Hope it is as pretty as it looks on envelope.
So the vegan has gone viral? I don't eat much meat, but I'd have a hard time of it w/o butter in my daily oatmeal. An' I love sour cream in beans. Meat is a luxury I enjoy when I go to Chris an' Torula's for dins (as I will t'night).
Speaking of C + T, they have been great this year as friends, neighbors and employers. They are receptive to ideas and suggestions in work and play both of which are in no short order.
The fall and winter passed w/ me working at The Irish Pub on Washington street in downtown L and renting with a few other younguns 15 mins outside of town. I got good an' burned out on partying and am grateful to be alive, sober and intentional. Still, as Oscar the Wilde said "moderation in all things, including moderation."
So how's (James)? An your son, Ambrose? Tell me boring things that hardly seem worth writing about your life down there b/c they are jus' routine; I'll be grateful for news.
It was really sweet of you to git in touch, Lily.
Love you,
-H
Monday, May 28, 2012
What I Wore :: How Doth The Little Crocodile
This Summer I am trying hard not to wear jeans or shorts very much at all. Just dresses and skirts. This wrap around was a fun find. The first time I wore it, I paired it with a bright red shirt. At school, a number of people said I looked patriotic. I don't think the crocodiles have the same effect. I love this shirt because it reminds me of my brother Hudson who has a crocodile tattoo.
skirt: thrifted
top: a gift from an amazing artist
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Finals
This week is finals! So I made it through pretty much. Just one left tomorrow morning. Am I studying? NO! I am painting my nails and drinking wine and I wrote a letter to Hudson and I am playing with my wig. I finally got the bowl cut I've always wanted.
(Looks can be deceiving, but often they are not. Judge away, my friends.)
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Aaawww
This website makes me cry: The Burning House. I saw it on free people this morning and had to check it out. Did you lie awake as a kid thinking about what you would grab if your house was on fire? I think everybody must have. I had plans for how to get my 2 sisters and 5 brothers out.
I would run into Isobel's room and wake her. Drag her to the nursery, alerting the boys on the way. Put Emma in Isobel's arms and Raleigh in Hudson's. I would make them all go ahead of me down the stairs so I could make sure nobody got left behind. And we'd all yell for Mama and Daddy. Once we got outside and well away from the house, I'd count. Mama, Daddy, Isobel, Hudson, Cooper, Reuben, Justus, Raleigh, Emma.
But if the stairs were aflame, I had a Plan B. Wake Isobel and go straight to the nursery. Grab the babies and go to the boy's room. Their window isn't super high so we'd be able to make it to the ground, probably with not more than a sprained ankle here and there. Once I got all the kids away from the house, I'd smash through one of Mama's and Daddy's windows and wake them.
I would run into Isobel's room and wake her. Drag her to the nursery, alerting the boys on the way. Put Emma in Isobel's arms and Raleigh in Hudson's. I would make them all go ahead of me down the stairs so I could make sure nobody got left behind. And we'd all yell for Mama and Daddy. Once we got outside and well away from the house, I'd count. Mama, Daddy, Isobel, Hudson, Cooper, Reuben, Justus, Raleigh, Emma.
But if the stairs were aflame, I had a Plan B. Wake Isobel and go straight to the nursery. Grab the babies and go to the boy's room. Their window isn't super high so we'd be able to make it to the ground, probably with not more than a sprained ankle here and there. Once I got all the kids away from the house, I'd smash through one of Mama's and Daddy's windows and wake them.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Life's a Party
Our house has lately been home to many a college student. Wine and late night philosophical conversations, silly photo sessions and arm wrestling, math problems that are never solved and comma-spliced English papers, little sleep and much laughter. I love my life. (and i love that my babies sleep through anything!!)
Here are some of those present last night and then a group shot modeled after the one in Daniel Handler's The Basic Eight.
Lucy took some really great instax pix so maybe tonight I'll talk her into guest blogging some of them. :)
Despite our continual night life, Beatrice has made great strides in the realm of potty training this week. She is fully trained during the day at home. We will work on outings this week. I don't expect night time to be much of an issue because she's usually dry, but ready to go.
Here are some of those present last night and then a group shot modeled after the one in Daniel Handler's The Basic Eight.
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| Jake, Lucy's husband |
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| James, my husband |
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| Justus, my brother |
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| Cooper, my brother |
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| Hudson, my necklace |
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| Lily, my self |
Lucy took some really great instax pix so maybe tonight I'll talk her into guest blogging some of them. :)
Despite our continual night life, Beatrice has made great strides in the realm of potty training this week. She is fully trained during the day at home. We will work on outings this week. I don't expect night time to be much of an issue because she's usually dry, but ready to go.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Neighborhood
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I'm Baaaaaaack!
Oh, it is so good to have internet back! I love it! How have you been?
Here are some things we've been up to...
Making things like this baby dress and knitting a pair of tiny, tiny socks. The socks are not pictured because they are a gift for someone who might just see them on here.
I was obsessed with that nail polish for awhile. Maybe I'll re-apply it tomorrow now that I look at it. My routine was to touch it up every night so that it looked great every day! I liked to paint my nails while watching Mad Men, but I got to the end of Season Three... July, please come soon.
Also, I've been drawing and painting a lot more lately. I really think that artistic skill is like language: Use it or lose it. I hadn't been using it. At all. I've been so caught up with crafting and what-not that my sketchbook was collecting dust and I didn't even have decent paintbrushes! Well, my birthday was last week and James surprised me with a great collection of paintbrushes! Here's a drawing I did yesterday:
And we all went for a picnic in the park the evening of May 20th, my 26th birthday. It was so, so, so much fun! Hudson and Reuben had to work but everyone else was there. Here are some pictures:
Here are some things we've been up to...
Making things like this baby dress and knitting a pair of tiny, tiny socks. The socks are not pictured because they are a gift for someone who might just see them on here.
I was obsessed with that nail polish for awhile. Maybe I'll re-apply it tomorrow now that I look at it. My routine was to touch it up every night so that it looked great every day! I liked to paint my nails while watching Mad Men, but I got to the end of Season Three... July, please come soon.
Also, I've been drawing and painting a lot more lately. I really think that artistic skill is like language: Use it or lose it. I hadn't been using it. At all. I've been so caught up with crafting and what-not that my sketchbook was collecting dust and I didn't even have decent paintbrushes! Well, my birthday was last week and James surprised me with a great collection of paintbrushes! Here's a drawing I did yesterday:
And we all went for a picnic in the park the evening of May 20th, my 26th birthday. It was so, so, so much fun! Hudson and Reuben had to work but everyone else was there. Here are some pictures:
Mama and Daddy, Isobel is behind them, she doesn't often allow herself to be photographed, so that's the most you'll see of her.
Cooper and Justus. That is the extent of Justus' ability to smile and doesn't even scratch the surface of Cooper's smilability.
Mama and Emma. Emma was very sweet and helpful, as usual. She made a cookie cake. Uh, YUM!
Me and my little baby.
James threw the ball pretty much the whole time! The boys had so much fun!
Emma in the underpass at nightfall.
And ever since then, we've been going to the pool almost every day! Even though we haven't really had warm enough weather yet. Bea loves swimming!
Oh, and I made the quilt top for Beatriz's big girl twin bed! She is going to have the bed I was born in, can you believe it? I found it up in my folks' attic. It needs a little work (some bright red paint should do the trick), but it will look lovely! If the light is good tomorrow, I'll take a picture to show you what I've got.
Sleep time for me!
Love,
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