There’s a thing, we started it with the eldest, and it seems only fair and fitting that the tradition continues.
I mentioned quite some time ago that we were… I believe the phrase I used was “expanding the stable.” Then the issue was dropped. It was dropped not because something happened during the pregnancy, but simply because schedules went wonky (between the push to finish the MFA, then a small circus surrounding the actual delivery, then the mayhem of having not only twins, but don’t forget big brother).
Arrive, they did, and they were healthy – neither had to spend any time in the NICU, and they were only ounces apart in weight (and each, individually, weighed more than big brother when he was born). Here we are, a year later, and they are on the verge of walking, have been eating real food for close to a month, and already recognize their names when called. The next year is going to be… very interesting.
For now, though, here they are, ringing in their second year.
Taken during the Honeymoon voyage in 2008, this was one of the few features of note along the road to the one inland spot considered “safe” [read: land-mine free] on the island.
On the heels of the news that they have a new album on its way, here’s a throwback track from Everclear.
Taken along the walk to/around Devil’s Den cave.
Taken a few summers ago, at an animal sanctuary in western Virginia.
In Boston, that is. The idea of “recycling” an island could be applied to any island, actually, but I have a soft spot for most things Bostonian. Not to mention this one is actually a sort-of recent thing.
Seems the only reason it’s been “abandoned” was due to deteriorating conditions of the lone bridge that allows access to the island. As recently as October 2014, the island was home to various social programs (homeless shelter, children’s summer camps, etc). (Also, FWIW, it seems that it may have been the inspirations for Shutter Island.)
Click here for a few pictures... some of them, like the one below, speak volumes toward the quick departure, and already conjure up a few scenes/exchanges…
I can hear a child, lamenting after having to be hurried away, “but what about [name of toy here]?” Then the mixed emotions of the parent, torn between shrugging it off and saddened that they can’t do something for their kid…