It sounds like a cliche, but truly: I think I was forgetting what clear blue skies look like. Some images from our last few days:
Who's a cheeseball? We are cheeseballs! Can anyone tell that Abe has had a haircut? (by me, while in the bath, unable to comb out the dreads).
The other day in Target in rainy, snowy, wintry Portland, Abe started saying "happy." I've called Target my "happy place" for a while now, so what kismet this boy has. Here, he demonstrates his new word:
And now off to Mississippi for hushpuppies and fried catfish with my deer-hunting relatives. Yum.