The whole fam-dam-ly

Johanna is a common victim of my inept shooting. Here she is looking particularly sultry in a turquoise scarf.


Obviously, Jess is hardly pregnant at all. Her little boy, Owen, stole my heart with his sign language. I think I have a photo of him around here....he was trying to drink from a straw, by tipping the cup way up. It was vastly entertaining.


The kids found two baby birds who had fallen from the tree. These birds became the beneficiaries of a great deal of loving ministrations from Jenine's kids and mine. I wonder if the birds survived? I wonder if they wanted to?



The reunion was momentous and beautiful and important....and also dizzying. There were 50ish people there, some I'd never met. It was a 48-hour event, at a hotel in Minden, Nevada. There were some moments where I was so overwhelmed that I wanted to suck my thumb in the fetal position and hide.
There were several times that I did.

Mother and Mika and I tried to dress up for the big dinner event. While the two of them succeeded, I did not. I packed poorly, you see. I managed to bring very little in the hot weather department, and consequently wore the same white tank top all weekend long. I am sure it didn't smell bad at all. The red scarf was to dress it up a bit. Sort of distract everyone.


Grandpa (in the blue shirt) welcomed us all, and thanked us for being his descendants. Or something.


Jo took herself, and her tea, to the picnic table right outside our room every morning. She wakes up slow, does my Johanna. But she's right presentable once she's had her tea.


The "boys" in the matching hats are my mother's first cousins. They are the baby brothers of the cowboy (Norman), and their names are David and Douglas. David has the impressive facial hair and the Harley Davidson. Dougy is the most subdued of the three, and always seems to be quietly amused by everyone else's antics. I love them, all.


This picture is a bit superfluous, I suppose. Sorry.