Our trip to Massachusetts began on Thursday night
with a rather unfortunate overnight -but yet sleepless- flight east.
After arriving in Andover, we only made it a few minutes
before collapsing into a heap for a long family nap.
We awoke hours later to the sounds of Orin's cousin Alden
arriving with her family for a special 48 hour reunion.
The long standing threat of a cousinly dual
disappeared into a round of high-fives
As the alert level dropped to yellow,
Orin and Alden discovered several mutual interests,
including toys,
swings,
and sugar.
Meanwhile, Casey and I had started to prepare for our trip
to Connecticut that evening for the Phish show.
The original plan was to take Orin with us,
but his Uncle Matthew insisted that we leave him behind
for some more cousin bonding.
We hesitated at first, but then agreed.
It was the right choice.
After all, there is only so much Phish that you can subject
a child too before they begin to look like this:
Our decision to leave Orin behind
was further supported once we got to the venue and
saw the main entrance into the show.
It certainly would have been a low point in the evening
trying to haul the stroller up those stairs.
The concert was great,
although we both admitted that we missed Ori.
By the time we got home, we literally ran up the stairs
to see him and were greeted by this:
I think it was the last step in solidifying their love,
or maybe this was:
Right before Matthew, Robbi, and Alden
left on Sunday morning, I made sure to get one last picture-
a mirror image of a shot taken last summer,
although this time there were 3 babies present
(one more in Robbi's belly!)
Until next time.
