back to life...back to reality

Just before school started, we received the shocking news that Quentin's mom Joyce had passed away.  It always amazes me what can happen on a normal day.  On a regular Monday night while you're watching TV and your phone rings or beeps and your world completely changes forever.

We were lucky to find a sitter and some flights and made our way back to where it all started in Rexburg, ID.  When we got off the plan in Idaho Falls, people stared at us like we were from the future.  I love it there.  I am so sad Joyce is gone.  I am so sad for her entire family.  But I was so happy to see some of our best friends from college again.  Sometimes you just need to see your friends.

The original De La Vega band: Tod Wever (lyrics and percussion), Jason Littlefield (guitar and vocal), Quentin Bell (lights and program), and Brent Knudson (dance choreography).

...and their groupies.

This is Tod putting Q in the Boston Crab, roughly around 2 am.

This is my face and Q's combined.

This is what Q does every time he sees Tod and this ....

is Tod and me combined.

Came home and celebrated 13 years together at a Coldplay concert.  Lots of memories with their music.

Tommy is no longer a baby but a small boy who only likes to wear pajamas.  He begs for his jammers allllllll daaaaaaaay lonnnnnng.  He likes to suck on his left sleeve.  When he's not in jammers he's usually just in a diaper so really...standards are low around here.  He's starting to say stuff like: What the heck! Oh my gosh!  Read me a book! Where's Ru Ru!  Where's Yellow! (Larry) I want to go to school!  Where's Dad!  I want yogurt!  I want string cheese!  Go away!  

It's really fun.

Last summer swim at the Manning's.

First week of school -- Lennon (3rd), Larry (1st), Ruby (Pre-K), Tommy (Co-Op and I tell him it's school).

Kristi's six month anniversary came.  That night a girl from my grief group rang my doorbell and gave me this.  People are so good.

She gets her own picture because -- DENIM JACKETS ARE BACK?!!

View around 5 am during our 20 mile run Saturday.  

That's Megan on the left.  Three more weeks until the race.  And then I swear I swear I swear I swear I'm not doing another full again.  Heaven help me.