the landscape went from orange to red to purple as we drove through the mist. any wet surface( i.e. everything) seemed to soak up the color and reflect it back at us. even the still moist tears on my wife's cheeks were little purple rivulets draining down to the corners of her mouth. i wish beebs had been a little older so that she could understand and appreciate my threats to stop crying. oh, and also the beautiful colors all around us.
the pictures don't do it justice...
the rest of the weekend is a blur. lb and i had been talking ahead of time about how great it would be to meet up with aunt marge and uncle ben, and mems and teed, and pass our child off to their eagerly awaiting clutches. ha ha ha. ha. what we were also counting on, and what was the one contigency upon which the entire weekend hung, was our ONE MONTH OLD daughter making the adjustment from empty, quiet, dark home with set feeding and sleeping schedule to what basically amounts to, from a baby's perspective, TOTAL CHAOS. there were constant loud voices, bright lights, a dog, corn pancakes, the olympics... you can see how she might feel overwhelmed. mommy and daddy were total assholes. they did very little to preserve bebe's atmosphere or schedule, and thus they got what they deserved. which was waking hour, after waking hour, with a fussy baby who could not be consoled. they acted, in short, like a couple of rookies.
the worst part about it, and i think lb would agree with me, is that we made this trip to test the travel waters, but more importantly, to give the above mentioned family a chance to spend some time with beebs. we really thought we'd spend the weekend relaxing, watching the others pass her around from person to person, soaking up her normally good-natured baby self. what we got instead was a fussy miss mussy who wanted nothing to do with anyone or anybody. she barely slept unless mommy or daddy held her. and we could hold her and show her to the family, but she was constantly on the verge, one wrinkled, crumpled little quavering lower lip away from meltdown. and there were no pretty colors to look at this time around, unless you find phlegmy, opaque, white-gray spit-up to be awe-inspiring. which sometimes, i suppose it is.
casa burbank, nestled deep in the quiet hills of the berkshires, is easily daddy's favorite sunset viewing locale:
some rare calm and awake time with aunt marge
the more often seen 'asleep on mommy's neck, aka The Vampire.' bebe, you have no teeth. you cannot drink blood until your teeth come in.
mommy drives home at lightspeed! it's no fun traveling with a fussy cheeseneck...