Nest
Several times over the past few weeks, Juliette and I have been woken up in the wee hours of the morning by a small, slightly scared, slightly whiny voice telling us that he had a bad dream. At four in the morning we're usually pretty out of it, and as long as he's willing to go back to sleep we usually don't care if he's in his room. Thus, the above has become a somewhat common sight on the floor of our bedroom. The first few times this happened I'm sure he was telling the truth, but once he started showing up with an armload of pillows and blankets and stuffed animals, I'm pretty sure it had become an excuse. On the other hand, he usually sleeps past 7 on our floor, so I can't complain too much.
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Layout Changes
I've made a few more changes to the site layout, mainly in order to better accommodate mobile browsing. (For those of you who are into the design side of things, I've switched from my old static, fixed-width layout to a responsive layout, using the 1140 CSS Grid framework.) If you normally view the site on a large monitor, the differences should be fairly minor, but hopefully things will look better on small monitors and on phones.
As always, let me know if you encounter any problems. There are a few bugs I'm working out with the photo galleries—which are going to undergo a complete overhaul in the near future anyway—but apart from that everything should be working. One note: you may need to refresh your browser in order to properly load the new layout.
Deet
Bubble
Baking
Under the Table
Beginnings
The day after my niece's wedding, there was a brunch at the lodge where we were staying, during which I mostly ate, or chatted with family, or kept an eye on my kids. At one point, though, I found myself standing out on the deck, looking out at the ocean and watching the waves ripple through the water on their way to the beach. Letting my eye rest on one spot and watching each swell pass by like the ocean taking a breath, it felt like every little hill in the surface was something coming into being. Something familiar but somehow alien, lonely and yet comforting. Something short-lived but eternal. Something mysterious.
I stood there, transfixed. And then I turned away and went back to the party.