November 13, 2012

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Front view:

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Backyard:

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Our deck — not a great angle, but it’s pretty huge:

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Our kitchen/dining room. I love the dining area. I love the kitchen, but I do not like the counter/cabinet combo. Way too blah. Will be doing something about that ASAP. I love the floor, though. And look! You walk out the sliding door to eat al fresco on the deck! Weeee!

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Our living room. (The carpet looks a weird color in this shot. Oh well.) Look! You can see our “front porch”!

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We move on the 26th!

November 4, 2012

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Some day, I will master the focus feature on my Nikon Coolpix. (I wonder when that will be.) But you get the idea.

Tink and Smee/random fearsome pirate.

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Pirates like flowers. Who knew?

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October 17, 2012

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Please.

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September 27, 2012

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MB has been taking 8 mm film of the family when we get together these days. It’s so wonderful, all grainy and shaky with emotion. It’s suggestive, not entirely illustrative, and that’s the beauty of it.

Below are some screen shots I took of his footage from back in March of this year. It’s Original Banshee and I just doing some basic goofing around. I don’t really remember what I was doing or saying but she was just laughing so hard. Her little hand over her mouth is just so cute to me.

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I love that girl.

July 6, 2012

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Pile of tags I removed from the three pillows I bought from IKEA.

Three pillows.

All the regulation, “do not remove,” blah blahdie blah tags.

It’s a haystack of tags. Insane.

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You’re weird, IKEA.

June 28, 2012

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Good God, I love these two so much. And these photos. So sweet.

MB took these in March/April on the trampoline where we apparently spend all our days.

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April 24, 2012

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Banshee Girl, our 4-year-old boozehound, looking vague and bombed, sipping the Easter brunch screwdriver that’s clearly being handed to her by some other older boozehound.

Witness the guilty enabling hand!

So sad. Shameful, really. I would have intervened but, eh, I was drunk and her end of the table was really far away.

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April 23, 2012

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My dad took the whole family to brunch on Easter Sunday. We sat, all 14 of us, under filtered sunlight in a lovely but slightly too warm atrium. Banshee Boy, whom we now call Happy Jack, was dressed up in his Easter duds, looking almost like a little man if it weren’t for those perfectly round, perfectly smooth, perpetually flushed cheeks. He sat in the highchair the server brought for him and ate torn-off pieces of waffle or pancake or whatever he could stuff in his always smiling, 4-toothed mouth.

He was such a good little boy. Frankly, I always cringe when I’m in a restaurant and diners sitting near me have a baby or a toddler. My thriving inner curmudgeon waits for the screaming or the crying or the food throwing to begin. Once those things do happen, as my inner curmudgeon predicted and possibly even willed just so I’d have something to curmudge about, I scowl openly at the parents who don’t take the child outside or discourage wasteful pancake throwing.

But Happy Jack did none of those things.

Okay. Sure, he did — every few minutes — glance around our table, blue eyes bright with glee, and let out a short little crow of delight that was, yes, a bit loud and kind of high-pitched, but it wasn’t distress or anger or frustration. It didn’t precede a bout of waffle throwing or highchair thrashing. No, the kid would smile big enough to break his apple cheeks and just ….. crow. It was more like a little screech of joy. My brother would dutifully shush him, but the outbursts weren’t sustained enough to necessitate his removal and they weren’t tantrums either. It was just a mini eruption, done with such obvious delight that the diners around us began to smile too. They would poke each other, chuckle, and point to the roly poly little boy in his highchair, expressing his happiness in the only way he could think of:

By crowing.

He actually became quite a popular figure in that lovely but slightly too warm atrium.

And here is our Happy Jack, caught mid crow:

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April 6, 2012

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(Banshee Boy on the trampoline with Tee Tee)

In case you haven’t noticed, I have a terrible incurable crush. He is the jolliest baby I have ever seen.

March 24, 2012

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Okay. One of two things is happening here:

Either the Wells Fargo wagon’s comin’ down the street OR she is going off the rails on a crazy train.

(Whatever it is, the middle girl is only vaguely interested and the right-hand girl is wondering where her mom is sitting. The levels of engagement in this photo are cracking me up.)

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Original Banshee (left) in The Music Man which we see tonight!

Banshee, I love you. But you are popping a neck vein and I’m very concerned.

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