Revelry Reverie

Eleanor told me this week that she is from Africa. I picked her out because she was my favorite. She then picked Henry out because he was her favorite. I remember things happening slightly differently, but I admire the creativity involved with coming up with a whole new back-story.

I just came across this and couldn’t resist sharing. I’m in the middle. This has to be 1984 or so.

Henry playing with his granddad’s boyhood model of a DC-6 (or possibly 7). Cameo by dad! It’s painted wood with tin propellers, wooden wheels, and wire legs. Henry named it Steve.

In her natural habitat.

In Search Of: dedicated sock wrangler. You: will care passionately about wrangling and pairing socks. I: will not judge you for this.

This weird nessie-tail icicle is outside our back door.

The fixation with getting in boxes and baskets remains.