A Pattern of Words

Double A’s go to soccer camp! So much driving and coordinating and dirty cleats, but apparently it really kicked their skills up to another level, so that’s cool.

One watching television intently, the other much more preoccupied with dodging pesky Teta G’s camera.

His palpable embarrassment at being made to pose on a train platform didn’t discourage me from documenting the fact that yes, L does live in (really outside) Chicago and was Big City Cool before transferring to be nearer to us (okay, M, too, but mostly us).

Typical sister poses: me trying to convince everyone not to look at the camera, K grasping her invisible wine glass for moral support, and V being the only one actually laughing (with her mouth wide open, of course).

If you want K to leave her apartment, she requires a 60 minute, thoroughly-thorough shower and makeup routine that is accompanied by a litany of reasons why you’re making it take longer.

I’d forgotten the sheer energy kittens possess and utilize daily.

She greeted us with a giant platter of perfectly arranged charcuterie and glasses of chilled wine.

Threaten kids with an actual schedule and suddenly they don’t want to leave their room or put on clothes.

Trying to stay out of the camera’s sight.

Sweaty roughhousing with food is always a good combination.