September photo dump

Hi everyone,

I neglect and neglect the blog, and yet when I see people they say “I love your blog!” Which fills me with guilt. But no-one seems to notice the extent to which Sax and Sons has slowed down, or they politely refrain from scolding me (because after all, I have my hands full). Alex, the boys and I are soldiering on into fall. We are both back teaching, and life is a general mayhem, albeit a joyful one. We are sleep deprived, but we don’t have the boys to blame for it. It’s that illusion we sustain of being able to keep the same balls in the air that we used to juggle effortlessly in our new family situation. So the boys go down at six or six thirty or seven, and then we launch furiously into our frenzy of Getting Things Done. These things include, making bottles, making dinner, cleaning and cleaning, preparing for school, being disappointed that we are not better prepared for school, attending to our various pressing artsy fartsy projects, and getting ourselves into bed. The other night we went down at 10 and got a full 8 hours of sleep for the first time in I don’t know how long. But sleep deprivation is a curious animal. When you give the body a taste, she wants more and more and more, so we woke up groggy, if still somehow refreshed on a cosmic level, and launched back at it. On days like this I lay down Family Proclamations: We will get 8 hours of sleep every night henceforward. Alex and the boys give me this look that says, you silly, silly man. And the beat goes on.

We have had a parade of visitors, we’ve done some traveling, and yesterday, finally, for the first time this summer – the one that’s quickly fading from our grasp – we hauled ourselves and a good third of our worldly possessions (for that’s what it takes) out to the beach. It was somehow easier than we expected it would be, but that is because we had a host of willing and eager helpers. It is not so hard to manage triplets when you have six or seven adults and a few pre-teens on hand.

So now the photo dump. But lest I leave you with the impression that shepherding our happy troika into the next decade is leaving us worse for the wear, I’ll offer this general summary: we are happy and tired, overwhelmed by cuteness, sweetness, and rare fits of unexplained screaming. We sometimes worry the trash man won’t collect our offerings – and who ever guessed a bag of doodie could be quite so hefty? Wait, I digress… photos!

Meema and the boys

Marge and Satch

Pablo's hat goes to the sea

Roadside stop on I95

Uncle Ian and Cousin Leo join the fun

Brady Bunch reunion in August

Omi and the boys

Liam and Sheila share a book with the gang

Jerry, Korliss, Katya, Alex and the limo

Family fun

gotta start em young

Katya has it all under control

swingers

Pablo and Levi at the beach!

Alex, Karen, Pabs, Levi and Will at the beach

Breakfast please!