We arrived Saturday evening after a chaotic morning that involved many tears and tantrums, and I'm not talking about the kids. Ahem, exhaustedfightingparentsandmehystericalomg. We hit the road around 2:30 and didn't arrive until nightfall. Yes, I just wrote "nightfall". It makes me feel like a romance novelist. "Before nightfall, Sven entered the cabin..."
"... and held the babies so his
lover wife could pour herself some coffee."
Anyway. Here we are at my parents' abode, waiting on my sister who arrives tonight and my brother who flies in tomorrow. Hal took the train back to L.A. last night because, sadly, he'll be working all week. Celebrity news must go on!
After writing about how AWESOME Bo and Revi were sleeping last week, they decided to psyche us all out with super-awesome all-night party-time. Luckily they're adorable and we love them with our whole (exhausted) hearts.
Yesterday we went to pick out a Christmas tree at the local lot, next to the grocery store where my first boyfriend worked, across the street from the 7-11 I bought a Playgirl magazine on my 18th birthday (because I could), the vacant lot where things happened between boys and girls in pickup trucks, Weezer blasting "In the Garage". Where first hickeys were had and rumors took hold and break-ups occasionally occurred.
It should be strange to return home to the refurbished and reclaimed areas of one's past and it used to be, years ago, returning to my childhood haunts as an adult. I used to avoid the vacant lots, fearing I may be sucked in and spat out as my teenaged self, freaky friday style. I have no desire to be young again. Or younger. Maybe that's why, after years of dragging my feet, I now find myself excited to come home. Has it been so long that even the ghosts have died?
"When I was your age, this Christmas tree lot was... something else."
I noticed the halo of light around Archer's head just after posting these. Pretty cool:
When I was pregnant, one of the things I was most looking forward to was THIS. Being home with my family and all four of our babies, listening to music and consuming large quantities of delicious food and just, you know, EXISTING together. I had a picture in my head of what all of this would look like and the reality is even more beautiful than that.