The quick brown fox jumped over the good, but lazy Parker family.

uncle paul, pt. 2

Sunday, 11 April 2010

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we’re back in the district after a trip to new hampshire for my godfather’s funeral — an event that i still haven’t fully figured out how to talk about, which explains all the photo-only posts (sans commentary) last week.

part of my problem was that everyone had a favorite childhood story to share — and as i’ve mentioned once or twice before, the arrival of baby sparklet has temporarily destroyed any sense of a long-term memory that i might have had.

over the last week, a bunch of snippets have popped into my head … an inevitable turn at the helm of his boat, riding on the back of his motorcycle (and leaning away from the turn because i was scared we were going to flip), seeing the inside of a movie projection booth for the first time, working his radio or in his workshop, and stopping for ice cream on the way home even though we both knew we we’re supposed to.

but the thread from those childhood memories — and all those created since — is a quiet feeling that i was at the center of the universe.

this weekend was also the first time most of my new england family got to meet baby sparklet, so there was a little bubble of “new baby” around the lady sparkler and i that even grief had a hard time pushing through.

one simply can’t understate the medicinal effects of baby.

sparklet was a little “emo” on the flight home, but this was to be expected given how crazy her schedule had become while away from home.

and, after being held by different family members every ten minutes for three days, she was more than a little put-out today that she had only mommy and daddy (and aunt melissa for a bit) to bask in her unflinching glory.

i have a feeling that all this will add up to our nanny simply *loving* us tomorrow.

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picnics, washington, dc