My little pandemic baby in her cowboys boots. She is almost 11 months old and is not so little anymore. She was born on April 6th in the height of the first lockdown. She knows most of family members from FaceTime calls. I think at this point she thinks people live inside the iPad screen. Every time after a call she tries to flip the iPad and see where is that person hiding. Makes me sad.
March 3, 2021
The things that feel different this time of year - as we prepare for the fall and another surge to hit us, is the expectation that there will be a contraction of life again. And more shutdown coming. So we are trying to use these last days of summer here in the Northeast USA to get out as much as possible - to swim in lakes, ponds, streams, pools that have access. Go for walks, hikes, strolls with the dog. See friends at a safe distance in our backyards or on the street. These are not tears of sorrow but tears of gratitude, of strength. We WILL get through this harsh time...together.
September 10, 2020