[Ed. Note: Think of this as one of those logic games on your practice LSAT where you have to figure out where the picture fits into the sequence of events. Blogger isn't cooperating tonight.]
October 28, 2007
The biggest event of the week was Justin’s trip to Washington D.C. in the quixotic search for a job for next summer. Against all odds, he got one, and will spend next summer clerking for the D.C. office of Winston & Strawn.
Justin was gone from early Monday evening until late Thursday night. In the meantime, Lia relished every second of a precious three-day stint on her own with the girls. Because she was alone with two obstructionist and diminutive yahoos, Lia didn’t really get anything done. Unless you count making an entire quilt for an upcoming baby shower; making her soon-to-be-famous “witch cupcakes”; cleaning the apartment from gizzard-top to gouted toe; going to playgroup; watching Beauty and the Beast with an elated Julia and an indifferent Eli; and attending her Roman sculpture class to boot. Other than that she mostly sat around missing her incomparable husband and composing impromptu essays on the theme of how much she adores him.
On Friday morning the girls were euphoric to see their daddy again. Father and daughters freely frolicked around the house and shared hugs and kisses of happy reunion. At one point, though, Justin had the temerity to tickle Julia’s love handles. Horrified, Julia pulled away with a sneer of repugnant indignation. “No!” she cried. “Don’t tickle me. Other people will see you and they’ll think, ‘O, I can tickle that girl.’” (So much Julia has learned from Lia’s lessons about the importance of setting a good example.) Earlier that same morning, Julia tried to sneak into our bedroom where Lia lay sleeping. Justin gently asked, “What are you doing, Julia?!? Mommy’s sleeping in there!” “I’m just . . . ,” Julia began—but then she equivocated, and finally settled on her irrebuttable argument-clincher. “Daddy, sshhh! Don’t talk about it!”
None too eager to get back to the Lillian Goldman Law Library, Justin took Friday off (no school at YLS for flyback week) with the family. We took a scenic drive out to scenic Litchfield, Connecticut where we stopped at a lovely little pond into which Eli tried repeatedly to fling herself headlong. She was only too nearly successful. We also stopped eleven times for Julia to use eleven different restrooms, and capped our trip with treats at a local ice cream joint. Julia’s ice cream soon became a moustache and goatee; Eli’s a full-fledged montage of facial war paint. Justin and Lia posed for a picture taken by Julia, which turned out perfectly save for the absence of their heads.
Friday evening we had the mysterious though exciting pleasure of having a bunch of watery gunk emerge spontaneously to fill our bathroom sink. The hardy folks from Yale Graduate Housing made a game attempt at resolving the matter before throwing in the (literal) towel. The dilemma was deferred until the next morning and referred to outside help. We are happy to report that the gunk is gone and our sink is back in working order.
On Saturday morning we, that is Lia, babysat Rachel Sorenson, who bravely endured several hours of affectionate assaults from Julia on the one hand and Eli on the other. On Saturday evening, after pointedly suggesting that a bit of solitude might stand her in good stead after a week of superabundant family time, Lia was granted a leave of absence, which she spent in revelry and riotous living. Which is to say that she went to the Yale Bookstore and cozied up with a Loeb edition of the histories of Aemilianus Marcellus. The reading of our blog excepted, dear Reader, we can sugge
st no more effectual soporific.
The biggest event of the week was Justin’s trip to Washington D.C. in the quixotic search for a job for next summer. Against all odds, he got one, and will spend next summer clerking for the D.C. office of Winston & Strawn.
Justin was gone from early Monday evening until late Thursday night. In the meantime, Lia relished every second of a precious three-day stint on her own with the girls. Because she was alone with two obstructionist and diminutive yahoos, Lia didn’t really get anything done. Unless you count making an entire quilt for an upcoming baby shower; making her soon-to-be-famous “witch cupcakes”; cleaning the apartment from gizzard-top to gouted toe; going to playgroup; watching Beauty and the Beast with an elated Julia and an indifferent Eli; and attending her Roman sculpture class to boot. Other than that she mostly sat around missing her incomparable husband and composing impromptu essays on the theme of how much she adores him.
On Friday morning the girls were euphoric to see their daddy again. Father and daughters freely frolicked around the house and shared hugs and kisses of happy reunion. At one point, though, Justin had the temerity to tickle Julia’s love handles. Horrified, Julia pulled away with a sneer of repugnant indignation. “No!” she cried. “Don’t tickle me. Other people will see you and they’ll think, ‘O, I can tickle that girl.’” (So much Julia has learned from Lia’s lessons about the importance of setting a good example.) Earlier that same morning, Julia tried to sneak into our bedroom where Lia lay sleeping. Justin gently asked, “What are you doing, Julia?!? Mommy’s sleeping in there!” “I’m just . . . ,” Julia began—but then she equivocated, and finally settled on her irrebuttable argument-clincher. “Daddy, sshhh! Don’t talk about it!”
None too eager to get back to the Lillian Goldman Law Library, Justin took Friday off (no school at YLS for flyback week) with the family. We took a scenic drive out to scenic Litchfield, Connecticut where we stopped at a lovely little pond into which Eli tried repeatedly to fling herself headlong. She was only too nearly successful. We also stopped eleven times for Julia to use eleven different restrooms, and capped our trip with treats at a local ice cream joint. Julia’s ice cream soon became a moustache and goatee; Eli’s a full-fledged montage of facial war paint. Justin and Lia posed for a picture taken by Julia, which turned out perfectly save for the absence of their heads.
Friday evening we had the mysterious though exciting pleasure of having a bunch of watery gunk emerge spontaneously to fill our bathroom sink. The hardy folks from Yale Graduate Housing made a game attempt at resolving the matter before throwing in the (literal) towel. The dilemma was deferred until the next morning and referred to outside help. We are happy to report that the gunk is gone and our sink is back in working order.
On Saturday morning we, that is Lia, babysat Rachel Sorenson, who bravely endured several hours of affectionate assaults from Julia on the one hand and Eli on the other. On Saturday evening, after pointedly suggesting that a bit of solitude might stand her in good stead after a week of superabundant family time, Lia was granted a leave of absence, which she spent in revelry and riotous living. Which is to say that she went to the Yale Bookstore and cozied up with a Loeb edition of the histories of Aemilianus Marcellus. The reading of our blog excepted, dear Reader, we can sugge
st no more effectual soporific.The reasons for tonight's hasty post:
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6 comments:
What a terribly exciting, eventful week for all of you. Any real fling at the real world of money making is, I am sure, just a ghastly experience for Justin. The time totally unsupported had to have been a truly grueling experience.
I should like to see a few of those essays posted. I can only imagine the terribly tragic message in their writing.
Lia, yuck---the guy is out slaying the dragon and he did it all on his own. Give him a break. Don't morn----CHEER. Good grief have Jini write him an essay and sign your name to it.
Julia, the next time you excercise have Eli help you on daddy's back so you won't get tired. He will be able to do more than 7 push ups that way. Especially if mommy is watching
Love opa
Neener neener neener I commented first. See I am repenting of my pathetic writing habits.
DC's great! Can't wait to pay you a visit. There's a lot of the Smithsonian that we missed last summer also. Love the pictures! My little sweetie-peeties get prettier with every picture. Love to all. nin
Wow, your family is changing so much. One things still remains the same though, Lia never ceases to amaze me. You are amazing, my dear. How do you find the time to even THINK about what you're going to do next???
Justin, congrats! I'm hope it's everything you want out of a "real job". Just as long as it leaves time for the Sunday blog it's all the same to me!
Lia, you are making me sick! How is it that you are so insanely domestic and cultured and fun?? I have never felt more unintelligent and inept in my life. I live for the time when Will comes home for lunch. That's when I get to take a shower. (Your cupcakes are darling.)
Way to go, Justin! One of the law faculty I work for here in Indiana is doing a project with Winston & Strawn, and they've been a great firm to work with. :) Now I have new motivation to persuade Rob to take a job in DC when he graduates - we can hang out with you guys, and with Dave and Margaret.
And Lia, I want to be like you when I grow up. Seriously.
Congrats on the job! You'll love D.C.!
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