It's been a while since I've taken pictures, since I've paused long enough to pick up the camera. Life is in full swing, growing kids, growing family, the garden exploding in barely controlled chaos, baby rabbits wriggling out of nest boxes left and right. It has been a whirlwind of days, how fast it's gone these past months - Opal is five months now, I can scarcely believe it. How she has grown.
We are starting to get out more, bit by bit. Not long ago we made our first trip over the Cascades as a family of five, and went to my grandparents' house for the first time in ages. I hadn't been to their farm in so long and it was so beautiful there.
My grandpa is still as handsome as ever. ;)
The visit was made even more exciting by the fact that Dad and Betty were arriving from Santa Fe that day, coming to live again on our side of the mountains for the first time since Emma was a baby. Betty has just graduated from the Institute of American Indian Art and is coming back to work as an art teacher for the Muckleshoot nation. They showed up tanned from the desert sun, exhilirated and road-weary, looking forward to a new life. We all congregated at Gram and Gramps' house together, a family again, this time a little bigger. It was so good to see everyone again.
I've known my stepmom for six years now but I feel I'm finally just getting to know her as an artist, and I was stunned out of my seat when she showed us the creative depth she has in her. Betty, please hide your light under a bushel no longer! I'm excited to say that she is having an art show here in Bellingham for the month of August at the Cedarworks Gallery downtown, so if you happen to be in town, it's definitely worth stopping by!
Dad got to hold Opal for the first time. I totally love this picture. And I think I see a little family resemblance there. :) Speaking of which, he keeps telling me she looks like my Uncle Bill, which cracks me up at the thought, as Uncle Bill is an eighty-year-old motorcycle-riding Finnish logger with a crew cut. But there's something in the eyes...I can't say he's entirely wrong!
Eli spent a lot of time rolling on the carpet (we don't have carpet at home!) and of course carrying his trains constantly. He has to carry either his trains or his wooden rooster absolutely everywhere he goes. It's his security thing right now - every day he's carrying something in each hand from the moment he's up 'til he goes to bed. Once he carried an orange for three days and even slept with it. (I composted it one night while he was sleeping!) I guess I prefer trains to battered fruit. Either way there's something I find really endearing about it...I'll miss these little quirks when he's grown out of them.
I'll miss these times with them in general. The ages they are at now - five, almost three, five months, are so challenging but so sweet, so innocent and dear. I feel just now like I'm coming up for air out of the newborn vortex, awakening to a time that I wish would slow down...just a little more...so I can take a picture or two.