the end of the week

it's quiet right now at the fidfam house. well, mostly. the superbowl is on but not too loud as owen's napping on the couch and michael is going up and down the stairs putting last minute things in his suitcase. so it's not really quiet, the gate at the top of the stairs keep clicking and the dog is pacing. but it is sad. and i'm not sure how to not feel so sad. it's the tradeoff of the adventure, of the blissfully quiet week michael's spent at home. doing a lot of this:


there was, of course the pen-lid incident which led to an evening in the ER and some dermabond over owen's right eyebrow. that too, not so quiet.

and then there was date night and mommmmeeee got to be cara--owen learned that the "c" on my locket means "cara" and that's mommy's other name--and wear impractical shoes and smudgy red lipstick and daddaaa smelled like our wedding day and nobody used color-crayons at the table. owen, of course played with uncle sal's old lego sets with nana and papa.

and so the being home and making coffee together at noon and having breakfast at ikea is all made possible by the packing of the suitcase for four weeks. in the meantime we will enjoy the sunshine, visit mickey, gather up our snow gear and hide out her ein the oc until its time for team norway.