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Had a fantastic holiday with the family on the cape. The food was perfect and creatively done, the company was jovial and excited, and our hosts were superb. Thank you to all of our hosts for all of the accomidations you were so generous with. We could not have managed to have the holiday without you. Jess and I really appreciate it. So to the rest of you loyal readers(are there any?) this is the break down...
Jess and I boarded the downeaster and went to Boston to stay with Tim who picked us up with Tricia and drove us to the cape. It was raining cats and dogs on the way down, none-the-less Eliot did not give a flying fiddlestick so we were good. We arrived just in time and got down to eating with a group of about twnety. The meal was transcendant and we gorged ourselves stretching like jedi warriors preparing for the pie. There were eight but they were magnificant. each had a list of special powers and was terrific. We had a nice vayhsut with the family after and digested the food while peg sang show tunes to eliot(like he doesn't get enough of that at home). It was a merry thanksgiving with one verry-Gardella thing in particular to be thankful for.
Tim put us up for a night. we watched a rediculous sequal to a rediculous movie. It was insipid but never-the-less just what the doctor of digestion had ordered.
The train ride home was great and we saw Kevin D, the benevolant dictator of the hill on the ride home. we had beers, it was noon they were good.

thanksgiving before after then dylans birthday, the days were packed

Eliot encounters strange face making people

Train Pieta

Baby

One Of The Two Cutest Babies In The World

This little bundle is our friend's baby Simon. He is so Cute as you well may see. I have the urge to pinch his cheeks. This is a picture from the below conjioned twin pictures. Clara and Glen came over to intro the new leaders in town. They seemed completely oblivious about eachother. I think they were just overwelmed by the cuteness that existed in the apartment.

Conjoined twins sighting at the verry-gardella palace

These two remarkable conjoined twins are pictured here looking for their mothers. That is the remarkable part. These two fused favorites of twin cities Portland and Auburn have two different mothers. They became conjoined when they realized their stregth is numbers.

I stil don't know how to title love

This is Eliot and I hangin out and snuggling while my breakfast got cold today. We are the best of friends even though I do not have the essential tools of happiness. Everyday we go out on walks around town. I show him off, he is perfect and it is hard to knwo how I can love someone so much as I love him . This boy, he teaches me everything again. He is what love is.

This Boy I Love

It is so amazing to come home every night and find these two little creatures in my home. It is just fantastic.

Our Two Sons

It is a tired day. Worn to the bones it is and then sucked dry of any marrow of energy it may orignially have had. Baby plus Kevin plus school plus work equals tired. So tired I cannot sleep. This delirious state has got the creative works going and I cannot wait till I have real energy to send all of you faire readers my creations of christmas goodness. I think this years snowflakes will be the best ones yet. What say you tiny tim?

It is finally down to Jess, Eliot, School, Work, Art, and Sleep

As most of you may have gathered I was distracting myself with a troublesome election for the last seven months. It is now over and I am glad. It ends just in time to realize I have been overextending myself. Why this blog has found itself to be under-nutured and I apologize for that sweet blog.
From now on I am going to continue to fight the good fight against sleep.
Seriously though all you friends and family whom may have stumbled upon this here rant, I am trying to be a good correspondant but naturally Eliot and Jess are the focus for me right now. Holy Christmas, that is a whole lot of work right there. Eliot had a "vocal" evening last night and had us up for way to long. Hopefully it is just a bit of restlessness. We try to remember what it is like to be that little. I think it is probably just really confusing. He is probably rather overwelmed by everything. I should ask Cindy if she knows of any research that has been done with kids to try and explain what it is like to be one. After thinking about it for a bit I have come to the conclusion it is most likely similar to being a bit drunk and overtired but with a touch of excitement. What do you think blogging community? I bet that would make a great art assignment, "Make an image or piece that relates what it is like being a child." Been trying to come up with a theme for this Christmas' christmas cards. So far I am thinking snowflake.