so hard, this plate spinning act…

9 07 2009

i guess i dropped a few without noticing and for that i am so so so sorry.

this post has been sitting, incomplete, in my drafts folder for days now as i started to type it and got pulled away by one of my children blessed with impeccable timing and the ability to whine at an octave that will induce migraines in under 30 seconds. i never got back to finish the words or edit the photos that go with it.

i have 3 other drafts under way, but they will linger for the moment as two of my creatures are sleeping and one is with the electronic babysitter… i am praying that buys me enough time to finish this.

i have a secret. i want to live on a commune. a commune with women. there are a few select women i have in mind. we can bring our husbands as someone will need to fix stuff for us while we are drinking wine.

ann is one of those chosen few that i would like to call my sister wife. i mean clover looks more like arlo’s sister than gemma’s sister….

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i am not sure how the timing worked out, but our lives have followed similar paths finding each other in our wild youth and again as new mothers. now i am just waiting for her to catch up and realize that melbourne is calling her family. i am looking forward to trekking the exotic locals of our plans with her family.

i can’t believe how much indra and arlo have grown over the last year. it isn’t right that we have missed all that time. when i drove away from ann’s house, she had a tiny infant clutched to her body in a sling and last week i was reintroduced to that baby… he was no longer a baby, but a growing boy.

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i mean to be fair, when i drove away, i had two tiny fetuses tucked inside my belly and this time i brought with me real live almost year old twins.

we got to celebrate our reunion at the “dinky store.” the grove was our spot when i still lived in los angeles. the american girl store called our name and indra and gemma acquired tiny replicas of themselves which they both named, dinky. the coffee bean called our name as well and ann and i got highly caffeinated. i looked forward to our grove dates and i miss them terribly all the way from melbourne.

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this visit we had a proper lunch date in the american girl cafe (after a stop at coffee bean of course.) i wish they had a party package for “i only have a few days in town and it is nowhere near long enough to fill my heart.” kieran got sick, i think he faked a fever, so arlo was the man for the afternoon. gemma, clover and i were surrounded by my favorite ladies and had an amazing time.

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indra even traded a trip to disneyland for the lunch party. that is love.

out of any of my friends, it is ann and her brood who i can actually envision meeting up with us in vietnam or bali. i would love to see indra and gemma experience a new land with each other…indra inspires gemma with her confidence. i would be excited to see what arlo could teach the twins.

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hugs

ann, i miss you more than i am apparently able to tell you. i love you my friend.

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2 responses

9 07 2009
ikaslik

Arlo is s handsome! Indra, such a lady! Oh my gosh. This makes me happy. I love the bond the kids have with one another. So very precious.

19 07 2009
Filippo Olivieri

Dear Rachel,
you are an incredible photographer (and a great mother, too).
Here’s an ItalianAmerican (living in Rome, IT) who stumbled on your flicker account yesterday. Father of a 14 monts old kid. Your pictures are stunning. The way you capture eyes really impressed me. My wife and I admired your work browsing thru’ your images, and I am still doing it today.
There is much to learn about composition just looking at your pictures.
Thanks for existing.
Sincerely yours,
Filippo Olivieri, Rome, IT

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