the evester is a happiness factory. lest you become immediately appalled that i'm referring to my baba as some sort of industrial age workhorse of the victorian variety, linking her to the production of smog and our ever-deepening carbon footprint, let me explain:this kid runs on happiness, and it is tied with pee and shouts as her top production. happiness goes in; happiness come out. in vast quantities.
she spent last week in the company of my dad and step-mom, hope. she had an absolute blast in their happy company. she had to be constantly exhilerated--how else could we have gotten her to smile while being stuffed into a civil-war era cannon? of course, even the happiness factory shuts down occasionally; hence, the last picture of the sleeping baba in her throne of a jogging stroller.
we are thrilled to be back in durham, as of saturday afternoon. ted had the house nice and clean, and eve immediately trashed it with all of her stuff, including her very own suitcase full of new clothes from all the grandparents. i had nothing to do with this, of course. while we are grateful to be home among the tedster and dogs and cat and fish, we're so happy to have had all that good time at the beach, and we hope all those grandparents enjoyed themselves, too!
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This is my favorite baby-pipecleaner picture so far, both for the baba's and Erin's smiles.
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