Second half of our summer nomad adventures

Ant, Camille and the boys.

Visiting friends out West. Why can't all of our friends live in the same little village?

Ira getting a lesson in dressing up from his older and wiser cousin.

Ira, again learning from his Quinn cousins.

I've never seen two babies flapping their arms so excitedly.  They almost flew away. 

I guess we do look like sisters.  After all of these years of denying it. 

Nephews:  Whenever I'm sad, all I'll have to do is look at bat boys face.

Mac came to Lancaster, PA for the National Jamboree.  That's right, Amish country wedged right between NYC and DC.

Family reunions are the best.  I need pictures everyone!  I'm posting the only couple I took.

View of Marietta.

Ira's been obsessed with this random umbrella I bought forever ago.  Maybe not the safest baby toy...and I guess it's bad luck go have it open inside, but his mouth dropped open, and I thought his eyes were going to pop out the first time I opened it and closed it for him.