Seattle

Every time I fly into the SeaTac airport, I am amazed by the beauty of the Northwest. I love how green and lush it is. It was so nice to spend a few days there last week. And I found myself thinking as we crossed the Tacoma Narrows Bridge to Gig Harbor how lucky I was to be able to say I was from that area.

I went there to see my family, particularly my fat little niece, Butterball, and my sister, Meghan. I have no idea how it happened, but I only came away with one picture of Butterball and me (and of course, I'm in Full Lounge Mode - I have no bra on, I'm wearing one of Scout's old t-shirts, and I'm sure I hadn't showered yet - totally not presentable for a picture). Butterball was such a sweetheart though. (It's strange how different babies are, and I found myself still feeling a newness about holding her - I've gotten so used to how Tucker eats, sleeps, laughs, and plays that I felt like I didn't really know what I was doing!)


On about four different peoples' cameras, there are pictures of Tucker being a bully and stealing Butterball's binky, but somehow I didn't come away with any of those pictures either! But here's one of Tucker schmoozing with Grandma Seattle: