Important post-script to yesterday. It turns out “IJS” was already well established as an acronym. Summer pointed this out to me but she refuses to comment directly on this blog so she only gets partial credit. Full credit now goes to this website– where I also learned that it could stand for Indian Journal of Surgery.
Before I can move on to the loveliest of autumns in London, we have to complete our rewinding from days long ago. I didn’t forget you, Long Island.
We spent the two weekends bookending our Manhattan adventures on Long Island. First one was Jonah and me to see Bryan’s mom and sister’s family for the weekend. Yes, without Bryan. Some people can handle and thrive with their in-laws all by themselves. The second weekend Bryan came and his dad and Bug flew up from Florida to meet the wee one. As always, a tour in pictures:
Jonah “swam” for the first time in water. Excluding his daily bath and those 40 weeks in amniotic fluid.
My nephews are 1 and 3 and as fun and often-naked as those ages dictate.
We tried to take a group photo in matching outfits but it was sort of like posing a cricket, Rainman and a lump of melting play-dough.
Meeting Poppy and Buggy
The new generation
Quick trivia question: If you’re at an event on Long Island in someone’s home and it’s catered, what will they serve? More friends and family came to meet Big Baby at Sonjey’s. He met his great-Grandma.
Charlie called Mister Softee and told him to come for the kids. Well, I am not sure Mister Softee himself was actually driving.
You know what’s fun every time? When divorced parents stand next to each other, everyone shouts, “The band is getting back together!!”