Today we are all sick. It started on Sunday with Emma’s runny nose. As it slowly wore the rest of us down, a very particular set of blankets began to appear yesterday. Blankets they’d never used before. Not their loveys. Not their backups. No, at some point they opened a drawer in Emma’s dresser and specifically chose these. Aunt Margie made them last year before she passed away, and this may be the DayQuil talking, but I like to think this is some sort of transcendent sign that people need her love even when they’ve never met her.
Yeah. THIS ONE. Look in those eyes and tell me that’s not the kind of trouble that grows up knowing how to bite people in the ass without them ever having a clue as to where it came from. She’s gonna be fun.
The weather in Seattle so far has been nearly IDENTICAL to three years ago – in that it’s been wet, cold and gross for all but a handful of days. So much so, that it’d be easy to feel depressed that life here goes completely unchanged, but, wait, oh HEY, look at this. And then? LOOK AT THIS:
(L-R: Sarah, Emma)
“So I sez to Mabel, Mabel, I sez…”
“…just go with it, baby.”
I can’t take credit for this shot: I was outside blowing bubbles for Emma and Ashley when my sister caught this moment of Sarah exercising the right not to walk*. My first, second and third reaction to this photo was that everything this kid needs to learn about life might be from Sophia Loren. And while debating with myself how old anyone needs to be to see Man of La Mancha, my fourth reaction hit: it’s entirely possible she may already know.