As per the rather quiet week (last week) we just got back into town from our ten day vacay at my parents' house in San Diego. Prior to the birth of the twins we visited often, sometimes even once a month, but in the last year have only been able to make it down a handful of times so it's always a little sad packing up the van and saying goodbye to all of my mother's home-grown vegetables.
Mo children, less road trips. At least for the next couple of years. (Bo and Revi are not what one would call "car babies" but we're working on that. We're working on making the Odyssey a memorable second home for the Ghost of Family Vacations' Future. In the meantime, we get what we get and we don't get upset.)
My cousin Erica was in town to throw her mother a surprise 60th birthday party so our kids got to spend some time together which happens seldom and is my favorite thing ever in all of life.
My kids don't have any first cousins (and won't for many years) so my cousins' kids (their second cousins) and MY second cousins (their second cousins once removed) are as close to them as anyone, regardless of the distance in their ties.
One of the main reasons we wanted to go for
baby pregnancy #3 was because we knew our kids wouldn't have cousins their age to grow up with. I was lucky enough to live down the street with mine and today, our closeness is more like a sisterhood.
Not that second cousins aren't just as wonderful, because they totally are.
|With my cousin's daughter, Jade (who will soon be a big sister! Hooray!)|
As are second cousins once removed.
|Bo and Revi with my second cousin, Emma, who was with us most of the week.|
And siblings. Which are like cousins you get to live with and have in your corner forever and (hopefully) ever. Team AFBR. (Or, BARF. They're cool with "BARF".)
And while Archer (from day one) has doted on Fable, same with Bo and Revi, so has Fable been an equally loving big sister. Sure, there have been moments of "middle child," as well there should be damnit. I can't imagine how hard it must have been for her to go from "baby" to big sister to TWO, but beyond the expected glitches of rivalry, Fable is as much her sisters' keeper as her brother was to her. Doting and attentive and gentle and loving. And older. Nothing makes a three year old look NOT THREE than holding a toddler in her arms.
(Fable was fortunate enough to study under one of the great professors of "Older Siblingdom," Dr. Archer S Amazingbro.)
I know I probably said somewhere that I would never in a million years do the matching swimsuit thing but I did. I went to Target many moons ago and I bought three matching swimsuits for my girls and Fable was SO pumped and the babies are babies so they're, like, whatever, and I'm pretty sure I'll be buying them matching swimsuits until I'm 100 years old and I don't even care what anyone says and that's final.
Not that the babies wore their swimsuits more than twice. Bathingsuits on babies are kind of like shoes, adorably pointless, complete and total decorative pains in the ass.
My friend Angela came down to hang with us for a couple days which was awesome. Angela and I have been friends for almost thirteen years and girlfriend is a huge source of GIRL POWER JUST DO IT TO HELL WITH WHAT PEOPLE SAY RAHHHHHH! in my life. Not only is she an incredibly talented photographer and filmmaker (she's been working on a self-funded documentary for more than three years, traveling the world, hustling toward a dream that is SO close I want to cry just thinking about it.) Because WHO DOES THAT? Who goes for it that fearlessly? Invests everything they have in something so huge? Angela Boatwright does. The lady is limitless and she makes me feel like I can be too. Role models of the world, unite and go swimming.
"Rainbow Eyes" by: Fable
Poor Fable had croup for three nights last week. We've been fortunate enough all these years to have never experienced it until now because SHIT, that was scary. The barking cough up every hour flailing and miserable? THAT SOUND. No. NONONONONOFUN. Poor kid. But thankfully it got better on its own without having to take her in for meds.
(Thanks to all of you in Instagram for your advice. It was really helpful and made the experience far less scary. You're wonderful.)
Speaking of wonderful, I love this photo with all of my heart and I just realized, now typing this why. Because even though I'm not in the photo, I am. Because beyond the four generations of women, there's something else here:
Two grandmothers looking at their granddaughters with love. And SO blessed am I to be one of them. So blessed am I to be in the presence of so many incredible women.
...and women to be:Men...
...and men to be: