Iris & Akiva were playing with Dressy Bessy.

Alice-like, Bessy had her foot out the door of a small house.

Akiva pulled.

There was a tearing sound.

 

 

It made me sad to put Bessy in the trash.

We aren’t all in these photos. Notably missing are Cate, who did not attend, and myself, who was behind the camera. Almost entirely but not quite missing is Ari, who you can see in the background of a photo, waiting for an excruciating kiss to end. Dan read books, Martin grew facial hair, Mom cooked everything, Dad made mom happy, Akiva and Iris were cute, and I took a few photos. Having all these people visit my teeny-tiny house made me quite happy.

 

 

Uncle Dan reads to Akiva & Iris.

 

 

 

Akiva tries to compete with his mother for memorable Thanksgiving photos.

 

 

 

Unclear on the concept: knife.

 

 

 

Formats of roundness.

 

 

 

Mmmm. Eyelashes. I mean, turkey wing.

 

 

 

Mmmm. Mustache.

 

 

 

My father & my brother.

 

 

 

My mother.

 

 

 

Magical hands.

 

 

Amen.

 

 

What do you do when your best friend moves away forever?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What do you do?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What do you do?

 

 

He swings high—

 

 

and I swing low—

 

 

I’ll always love my friend— my friend—

 

 

I’ll always love my friend— you know—

 

 

We have always run here holding hands

since we first learned to run.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excepting the part with the puddle.

 

 

What do you do?

 

 

On your marks—

 

 

get set—

 

 

You go first!

 

 

Will I ever see Joshua again?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What do you do?

 

 

Akiva calls him Zha-Zha and loves him too.

 

 

RUN

RUN

RUN

I will always run to you.

Iris saw this old blog post and decided it was time to do it again.