wrote the same thing on our last trip but it's always true, you know?)
P.S. Someone needs to give birth to a boy in this family because poor Archer, who is a fantastic sport about being ever surrounded by ladies, was like ENOUGH ALREADY, WHERE MY BOYS AT? on this trip and spent the entire time hanging out with adults... because the kid's table was a bit.... yeah. (We actually discussed taking a friend along for Archer next time. I can only imagine how frustrating it must be to be the oldest in a sea of cousins, all of whom are girls. Like, literally, there must have been 20 kids at the wedding and Archer was the only boy besides one very small and deliciously adorable infant.)
Nana, like Fable, likes to sketch and then paint everything she sees when she goes on trips. When we traveled together, fourteen years ago, we would sit together in a field and she would paint the landscape and I would write about the boy who dumped me before the trip and how I wanted to die because life without him wasn't worth living and everything was the worst. I was a teenager at the time and was terrible at communicating so Nana and I just kind of sat together and created side by side.Nana sketching...
(This of Bo holding a balloon kills me. Nana nailed it, right?)
My Grandpa Milt, Uncle Art & Dad
Oh, hello. I love you, sir with all the babies.
Our room for the weekend was cozy. Revi and Fable slept in the top bunk, Archer slept on bottom and Bo slept underneath our bed. I'm not even kidding. That is the only place she wanted to sleep so that is where she slept. (The kids went to bed at midnight pretty much every night because we eventually gave up trying to get them down at a normal time and decided to keep them on west coast hours. So, yeah.)
And yet. Traveling with four children is not cheap or often possible with Hal's work schedule, which is why we take so many day trips to places in and around LA. Home is where the
heart is beds are. The heart is everywhere...