It rained when we left Seattle and never let up once, all the way to Eugene, which has to be a first for that drive. Just relentlessly dreary weather that was kind of nerve-wracking to drive in because every now and then we’d hit one of those I-5 divots and get the eerie sensation the entire truck was waterskiing down the freeway, but the morning after we arrived in town the sky peeled back its ever-present layer of gray and everything was lovely: fresh and green and still dripping in the sunshine.
Thanksgiving dinner was amazing, delicious and fun and the boys behaved fantastically, even though Dylan would only eat rolls at the dinner table but whatever, they were some goddamned great rolls. (Thank you to whoever suggested this easy-peasy “recipe.”)
The boys are totally enamored with their baby cousin and I am too. Oh, he is a buttery little squish of awesomeness, and I especially love that miraculous part where I can hand him to his parents if he starts fussing. God, that is the best baby setup ever.
(“Ai!’ squawked baby Charlie at one point, and Riley was convinced he had said his first word. “You know: I,” he said to me, earnestly. “Like…I bet he was trying to say ‘I like volcanoes and dragons.'”)
There was a lot to like about this trip but oh, it was also a challenge, maybe because six of us were sharing a small house for three days, and I’m awfully glad to be home. I’m glad to be out of the reality of the visit and looking back on the handful of photos I took that show some of the brightest moments. That is often the magic of photography, don’t you think? Whether it’s a blurry badly-framed Instagram image or a gorgeous high-end SLR photo, sometimes you can choose to focus on the spirit of what you captured, and let the rest of it go.
It seems so weird that it’s only Saturday today. What will you be doing with the rest of your weekend? I am thinking of taking the kids to the Muppets, and if they do not love the Muppets, then I don’t even know, man. BANISHMENT.