AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE

And then it was the Fourth of July! It just happened, like, whooosh! Didn't it? For the record I did NOT say Rabbit Rabbit on Tuesday morning but I kind of feel like July is gonna be my month anyway, just call it a hunch. 

It's been a pretty quiet week. The kind of quiet that feels settled and anchored. Brandon went out of town and then came back again. I've been finishing the final draft of my book, in between stolen moments at the loom making my sister a house warming gift. Huck has made an appearance at every playground in two of the five boroughs at least four times over. We've been in and out of Brooklyn easily forty five times already between Tuesday and today alone. Huck gets irritated when the train has to go back underground after the trek across the Manhattan bridge, every single time. 

Oh these are good days. It's hot, it's muggy, the subway has that certain smell to it that reminds me of our first summer in Brooklyn... You know that blast of crisp, frigid air when the train doors open after you've lost your entire life force in sweat while waiting at the platform? That sensation continues to be the very best sensation of my whole entire life, second only to when you get to walk past a store that has their doors open* and it's like walking through a magical cloud of refrigeration. And sparkles! I swear it, sometimes those open-door pockets feel like glitter. This is the kind of weather we call broccoli weather at our house, because you take one step outside and you have immediately become a steamed broccoli. (We like to go for the more obvious names at our house. Case in point, Huck's imaginary horse, named Penguin.)

*Almost forgot. The first time you realize you can bend over from a seated position to pick something up off the floor after you've just had a baby. That was a HUGE moment for me.

We like to keep our national holidays super low-key. There might be a picnic, we'll probably catch the fireworks on TV. We keep threatening to go to the beach but apparently we're waiting for the beach fairies to come plan it for us, you know how it is. So long as there's a hot dog in there somewhere, I don't even care. We'll probably go back to Brooklyn another thirty times before the weekend is up. Also it's only Thursday and already I've had five bagels this week. I'm totally winning at life right now.

Here are a few photos from today's jaunt into Brooklyn. Jaunt number fifty-one, if I'm counting right. (You guys we got there today at 9:30 a.m. IN THE MORNING. It's only 4PM and I've already been awake for, like, five days now.)

If you're like me, all you're noticing right now is that Brandon's face is naked. Sob. "It's too trendy," says the OG grouchy hipster. Should you feel so inclined, please leave a 100-word persuasive essay in the comments, and spread this hashtag far and wide: #bringbackbrandonsbeard! You know, since hashtags seem to get junk done these days. ;) Okay, okay.  

It's really hot out. 

This cracks me up. It's what 99% of all our photos in all our camera rolls look like, am I right? These shots are sort of dear to me. I like to keep a small collection of them in a little folder for nights when I need a laugh. I call it: The Very Best Bad Photos Ever Taken in Holbrook History. As you can imagine there are many to choose from. :) Some day that'd make a killer blog post!

Oh why can't every day be like the Fourth of July? Why can't that feeling go on endlessly? Let's keep that Fourth of July spirit going strong all year long. Did we get enough rambling in here yet? I done think we did. Take us out, Huck.

Yyyyyyyup.

Oh hey, past Fourth of July posts?

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