Thursday, May 26, 2016

Ordinary Mornings

Waking up to a house tidied up by an almost teenager who finds herself in hot water more and more often. Her guilt works to my advantage.

Arlo, awoken by a baby sister who loves him as deeply as she torments him. 

Babies standing at the window, watching their older siblings play in the early morning hours. 

Oma's deck with a glaring pink power wheels and a cousin they all adore.

Fighting for toys that are hardly that. 

A walk to the coffee shop for iced drinks and giant eclairs.

Slow and loud and finally sunny. 

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Farm Visits

 Last Friday we drove up to visit my sister, overdue with my very first nephew. Weary from pregnancy, in need of company, and insistent that I did not include he in photos, despite the fact that she looks amazing. Rare is the women ten months pregnant who wants pictures of her utterly transformed body.

Regardless, we spent the afternoon  devoted to the slow pursuits well suited to the country. Makeshift basketball played in a cornfield. Stick fights and races. A walk to the pond to feed ugly ducklings who never turned to swans.

We soaked in the sunlight that has been in short supply this May. Enjoyed what will be one of our lasts visits to this house. A few weeks after Jeffrey Cotton is born, Claire and Andrew are moving back to the Beach. A move I am very happy they are making, even if it does mean an end to the days spent mostly on the ramp off their porch will the kids make fun what's found right beyond the door.

Monday, May 23, 2016

This Weekend We

It started with the farmer's market on Friday, and an attempt at a carnival re-do. Gus asked to use his own money to buy a wristband, but then managed to charm my parents into buying wristbands for him and Sena. However, the Friday night lines were nothing like the ones we encountered on Wednesday, so they were hardly able to put their wristbands to use.

Meanwhile, my parents and I entertained Alamae, Arlo, and Jettie on the beach. In all the hustle and bustle of the evening, I never actuallu checked out the farmer's market. I used to try to get serious shopping done while I was down there. However, the crowds made it nearly impossible. Now I do almost all of my shopping at Chesapeake's Bounty, which I wax euphoric about all too often. Although there are a few farmer's I miss buying from directly, I'm very happy to have a place open all year long and one that is open all week long. 

Saturday was rainy, and mostly uneventful. We cleaned the house in preparation for a potluck on Sunday, and then I worked Saturday night. 

Today I sit here with my money spent, in a house littered with party aftermath. Happy to look at pictures and remember a time only a few hours ago.

Gatherings at my house are made of mess and chaos. Children run in and out, followed by adults making sure that they stay where they are supposed to. Dirty shoes are left at the front door, except when they aren't. There is always wrestling. 

It's too loud, and toys are underfoot.

People gravitate towards the porches where things are often quieter. Still.

For this party, I made the most beautiful pickled devil eggs from Food with Friends. The cookbook is so very pretty, but unfortunately most of the recipes are fussier than my usual taste. I'm not sure that i will be making too many of them. But these eggs are pretty certain to make appearances wheneverI want to show off a little.
I have a hard time taking out my camera at parties. There is so much going on, and I think it is far more important to be making drinks than I think it is to be snapping away. But I still always wish there were more pictures. So I was grateful that Tom took over the camera, and then I was even more grateful when my friend took it over from him. Most of these pictures were taken by the two of them.

Kristine took these pictures of Alamae. There are a half dozen others. And I love them all. S thanks, Kristine.