late july

Hi all. I owe substance and pretty pictures. In this post I’ll offer up the latter. Summer is breezing by. Lest you think I haven’t been documenting it…

Satch at Ferry Beach

It’s c-c-cold!

the beach!

So that’s how you drink papa’s coffee, eh Pabs?

I just can’t help myself!

summer!

Wading!

Mama’s on patrol

lounging in the back yard

Zeyda pays a visit

dinner al fresco

so much soul

sshh…don’t tell anyone – we’re watching the booooob tube!!!

2 = 67,000 x easier than 3, for all you mathematicians

trouble seekers

early June photo dump

finally – I’m actually getting some requests. It’s good to be missed… My absence is strictly a product of, well, having triplets, I hate to say. You think this is a walk in the park?? Try it some time!

Anyway – can’t find the nice camera, which has a bunch of great pix on it, so these are all lower quality iphone jobbers. Nonetheless, the boyz still bring it, sez I.

Marny and Jonah visit for a picnic!

There’s no way out of here…

…or here!

quiche pour trois!

please sir, I’d like some more…

…wait, Pablo gets ICE CREAM???

set me up Homer…I’m not a fussy man

hmm…there’s a meal in this somehow…

Hey – he’s just like us? Do we have an extra seat in this thing?

I am called Pablo, little friend.

a sink outside! this is crazy!

Baroque and on the street

The accommodations are nice; the drinks? leave something to be desired…

…that’s what you think, guys

There never was there an answer…

pretty good, but we prefer six-handed piano music w/ Charles Ives influence

You wish you had triplets

…but I confess that the alternate title to this post is “Don’t Try This At Home”

Walkin’ man blues

I count somewhere between 14 and 16 steps here. And we have a winner… (Satch)

[another, longer and most excellent vid will follow pretty soon]

Research Assistants

I sometimes think my sons don’t value my work at all. (and my students never believe me when I explain why the overhead transparencies are so crinkled)

massive march-april photo dump

while I’m in the posting way…

All things considered, things could be worse (says Pablo)

Kitchen patrol!

She’s 97 years older than us – but we like her!

Block party at Meema’s!

Meeting John’s dogs.

Passover – where’s the brisket?

Ladies’ man (Satch).

Strolling w/ the neighbors on Easter.

Um…did we mention that this is the life?

Arts and crafts.

Yet another backyard – what a nice fence!

Climbing (Pabs)

like sand through Levi’s fingers

I think I’ll do it!

Howdy pardner!

slip sliding away

a quick postcard – I’m drowning in the busiest season of my work…

some pixels

Kitchen confidential. (photo courtesy of Jenny E.)

Pablo – the man in the middle.

Jen w/ Pabs and Satch and their new friend.

…every day’s a play date.

early spring

Unseasonably joyous weather in these parts. We’re spending time out of doors.

…someone to watch over me

Mr. intensity (Pabster)

…serious weather

Snack time with Jen!

…did you say popcorn???

yum!

no really…YUM.

…no more?

…guess I’ll just take a walk with my truck.

Dazed and confused

Here is Satch at play. The soft brown fuzzy thing upon which he’s balancing (not the piano) is papa’s robe-clad knee.

And here, in a Hendrix-like worshipful posture over the ocean drum, is a boy who looks suspiciously like Levi, even though I remember him having been Pablo in the photo shoot.

Filling out the troika, on the trucka, is the boy who I was 1000% certain was Levi in memory – but staring at this photo neither Big Al nor I can see anyone but Pabs. I just must have goofed it in mind, because photos can’t lie, can they?
Well yes, actually, they can. The boys distinguish themselves most in their gestures, their postures, their dispositions. In a poorly lit room Al or I can very occasionally mistake a Pablo for a Levi, but given 10 seconds of observation any doubts about which is who and who is what disintigrate. L and P are, in fact, genetically identical – but they sport hugely individualized temperaments. In a frozen, isolated moment, however, it is possible for each identical brother to read falsely as his embryonic coconspirator. I actually DO think it is possible that the middle photo is Pablo and the bottom one Levi, a fact  of which I was once certain, even though the photographic evidence screams the contrary.

Another fascinating moment on our triply trippy path.