Can I keep it?
Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
The verbal weekend
So, Christopher and I went to Portland, and Unity hung out with the beyond fantastic Megan B. ALL WEEKEND! Chris and I had great food, spent 3 plus hours in Powells and enjoyed lots o sunshine. Unity chased Megan's dog and cat around, went for walks and seemed barely phased to see her parents again. and we were all so relaxed that we forgot to take a single picture. Not even the dog remembered.
But-
Last Tuesday, Unity took her first few stumbly shaking steps, and then promptly collapsed. You heard it here first.
But-
Last Tuesday, Unity took her first few stumbly shaking steps, and then promptly collapsed. You heard it here first.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
in this set
Chris loves dinner, Unity plays with a new toy (thanks Mihai and family!), and Unity embraces books in Olympia.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Unity and Hiram
The other night some mamas got together for drinks and discussion. Chris took this opportunity to hang out with some other papas and kids. Here's Unity and Hiram. Also if you're wondering what's going on in the last picture- Unity is using the bottle and nothing else to support her weight.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
6ft Dosa!
Here are some additional photos from Erin, Scott & Kiera's visit when we all went out to Udupi Palace with Leani & Shon. Before & after:
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Reason for being
Everyone has a place that is their reason for being. I don't mean spiritually or emotional, I mean concretely. Mine is Illinois State University- specifically a dance where a skinny guy with a mustache asked a girl who stood with her heels on the backs of her sneakers to dance, and then went home to write her name in his planner so he wouldn't forget it. Chris's is a beach in Cape Cod (he thinks) where a charming man walking his dog stopped to chat with a young lady. Unity's reason for being is a little bookstore near Pike Place Market where a bespeckeled member of the collective made up excuses to talk to the scruffy shaved-head volunteer girl while she alphabetized the index cards. Then they went to the library book sale together, and the rest...well you know. So, here's to Left Bank Books.
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