Sunday, March 04, 2012
Thursday, May 26, 2011
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?
My brother, Dan, and his wife stopped in for a quick visit this week. Dan makes big, fancy wood doors and sometimes delivers them himself to customers in New England. They drove in Tuesday night, took us out for yummy Italian food, watched American Idol with us, slept on our futon, and were out the door early the next morning to deliver more doors.Dan has made a few trips here before. The last time he delivered doors was when we moved to our current location. Dan helped pack the moving van, but never saw our new place until this week. Dan was also here when we first moved to Boston in 2004. He pulled a trailer full of our junk from Utah to Massachusetts for us and had an epic adventure driving into the city for the first time. He got lost (of course), did a U-turn on Storrow Drive (with a trailer), blew a trailer tire (related to the U-turn), and raced around to acquire a new trailer tire before stores closed for the weekend. After all that, Dan charged us one fancy Italian dinner.
Somehow I've never taken a picture while Dan was around, which begs the question, "How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?" Thanks Dan and Les, for spoiling us yet again.
Labels: siblings
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Sibling Love
Most of the time, they get along very well. Phoebe still isn't old enough to really fight, although sometimes she sprawls out on the floor and Bruce will lie next to her so she can kick him in the face and he can laugh and laugh (because who doesn't like that?). At their worst, Bruce gets tired of Phoebe taking his train tracks apart, putting his toys in her mouth, and knocking his blocks over. If she comes near, he will yell, "Phoebe Attack!" When I remove the BabyZilla, he shuts his bedroom door so he can play in his own little world for awhile. We all need our break every once in awhile, right?
