Saturday, December 23, 2006

A few parting shots

Mama and 3B flew to Albany today, so as to avoid a repeat of the Screamapalooza rides to and from Boston. They're staying with our friends who just bought a new place with land. Land! Who knew that some houses still come with that? Then again, they all got ticks when they went on their first walk through their woods, so it's a mixed blessing--but still a blessing.

Barky and I pack up early in the morning--which means in just a few hours--to join them. It'll be a long day for us since we're up so late--er--early, but I wanted to get the house cleaned up so that Mama didn't come back to a pig sty that I left behind. Plus, I wanted to show up at Grandma's wearing some clean underwear, so I did some laundry.

I had started writing a longer post about the holidays, but between loading audio books into the iPod for the long Pennsylvania hours (anything to avoid Jersey), doing laundry, picking up piles of disassociated papers and trying to sort them, and making sure that I've mailed the mortgage payment, I sort of lost focus. Perhaps I'll come back to it after I return. In the meantime, here are some newish shots that I finally posted on Flickr.

I'm packed for Boston, when are you two slackers going to be ready?
I'm packed and ready to go to Grandma's farm, what are you two chumps doing?
(Actually, he's on his way to Boston, but he doesn't know. And with the Carhartt's he looks like he's going to the farm, which is where they came from--thanks, Aunt Jeanne.)

Mommy is a rock star, and so is Kofi Annan
OK, we're going straight to hell, or an international mediation session, for naming 3B's UN bear Kofi, but what else were we going to call him? Blue? Of course not. This was the shot that Mama included in her farewell e-mail when she announced that she wasn't going back to work. Oh, did I forget to mention that until now? See what you find out when you read the small type? I suppose I should write something about that--her becoming a SAHM, going back to one income, and all that.

A family dinner
A family dinner at the Bradsteins. We don't let Barky clean 3B's hands anymore, even though it made 3B chuckle his adorable little chuckle. The problem was that 3B would then take his hands from Barky's mouth and jam them back into his own mouth. But Barky does get to clean up everything else. Mmm. Rice cereal.

When Mama dresses me all my clothes match
If you missed it the first time, here's a better look at 3B's new sweater from Olivia, as he's on his way to the farm. Why is it that when he's on his way to Boston, he looks like he's going to the farm, but when he's going to the farm, he looks like he's off to Boston? I've started to notice that when Mama dresses him, all of his clothes match, but when I do . . . not so much. Actually, I noticed it because Mama pointed it out. Maybe I can get an intervention from Queer Dad for the Straight Dad?

Unless our neighbor who's looking after our place decides to post something, this is probably our last post until after Christmas, since Grandma's farm is beyond cell service and has no internet connection.

So, from all of us to all six of you loyal readers, have a Happy, a Merry, a Joyeux, or whatever else you're having. We'll see you on the other side.

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  1. Have a wonderful holiday!

    (I figured out how to use Bloglines - aren't you SO proud?)

  2. Anonymous1:27 PM

    Happy Holidays, Bradsteins! Travel safely.

    And need I mention how cute 3B is? I can't believe how big he's getting.

  3. Anonymous12:49 PM

    Even the King dont mail his payments, web service charlie!!!

    TCB on not havin a Blue Christmas

  4. Yeah the same thing happens when ZD dresses Hawkes, and he did not notice till I pointed it out. Oh and he is really jealous of the baby carhartts, he wants to know where to get them.