Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Where the Wild Things Were
Yes, virginia, technically, I’m back. I seem to have a sore throat and some sort of feverish condition but it’s better than being on the road, that’s for damn sure - and you can check that with Zaq and his headcold and HFM disease. Yes, HFM has struck our family. The full name is “hand, foot and mouth disease,” a viral infection related to measels and various pox, though not to hoof and mouth disease, which is, I suppose, as good as it’s gonna get. I also think of the acronym as standing for “how marvelous.” Am I missing a letter? Fill in the blank, dudes.
But the point is, I’m home, yahshure, from a truly delightful trip to Seattle for a christening with Kel’s whole fan-damily and to Portland for halloween with my sister and to see my mom, who’s just moved to the PNW. Then we had a day off and then we drove to L.A. for a conference and a few brief precious moments with my dad and my good bloggy buddy the Blissternator. Not many photos from that leg of the journey, sadly, but who am I to deny you a peek at the main events? And so, here they are:
First came Nate’s christening. Uncle Frankie was named a godparent, and you can see why in this photo - he’s literally juggling the little children (in this case, his daughter Maile and my little Z-man).
Once we got to Portland, Zach and his cousin Deelie created untold havoc and chaos, mainly with nap schedules. In the spirit of the holiday of masquerade, they started their day by hiding in the kitchen equipment. Can you spot them in this cleverly posed photo?
The first event of the night turned out to be a kiddie’s “parade” around the inside of a local library. It was so cute you could choke on your own insulin overproduction. Just to prove it, here’s Deelie (as a butterfly) getting the hairy eyeball from her good friend Reed (yeah his dad works there):
Where was Z during all this? Dude, his favorite thing is books, so he blew off the pishers and went straight for the military history section, to wit:
Later on we did a block or two of triqor treeting, which was way too adorable for me to photograph. Needless to say, Deelie (ever the articulate one) knew how to say T-or-T but usually shot her wad before the doors opened; Z knew not the secret phrase but learned to hold out his pumpkinbag with sturdy alacrity. They got a decent take, given their stamina - which I guess we might have underestimated, since the ensuing hours after we got back home were mostly taken up with this sort of activity:
Indeed, they frolicked like butterfly and beelzebub did frolic in days of yore. Freaking cutetastic.
Which brings me to my point: DON’T FORGET TO VOTE TODAY! assuming you’re an american citizen and all, of course. otherwise, whatever, dude. I got candy to eat.
