we three, and sometimes four.

neighbors,
it's just us.
uh-huh.
me and my peoples.
and in this case,
me and my children.
i'm feeling especially fortunate to have a decent stretch of vacationy wintertime
holiday family togetherness going on all around me.
i mean,
really,
the time we've got as a group is limited,
so we've got to make the most of it.
we doo-doo that all-in-together-now type sh!t.
how else would we go about actively participating in our minutes,
and our days,
and our lives as a team of terrible and terrific,
tremendous and tempestuous,
triumphant trumpeters of the truth.
we're real life documentarians,
and we're all the way about that sh!t.
this is us:

yep.
we're here to get real F*ing expert,
and also to take our holiday timespans to eleven.
for serious, we're on a mission.
it's no secret, either.
on the ones,
even more so than on any other important day,
-which just so happens to actually be every single day-
we're doing our damnedest to have a good time,
with great food, and better company, and super-fresh family bonding
over movies and music and meals and magical winter mixed-up weather patterns.
mmhmm.
those kinds of days are the best,
and they're ALL important when we're enjoying them as a trio,
or, almost as often.
as a quartet with ampy-d tossed into the mix.
yeah.
crosby, stills, nash, & young-style.
word up.
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getting older,
getting taller,
growing up,
changing on the outside and the inside.
these days,
and these years,
where it all evolves and adapts,
expanding and enlarging and filling in all the blanks
around the emerging independenceof teenagers,
and the accentuated interdependence of all of us on each other.....
these are the times i'm holding onto tightly.
they're fleeting and they're evasive,
and they're the last scraps of childhood i'll get to have with these guys-
sure,
these kids want freedom,
but they still need a ride, y'feel me?
ha.
so it's their reliance, and my encouragement,
and our gives and takes that get the party started-
it's all really happening,
and i'm feeling a little nostalgic while i stare at their changing faces.
awwwwwww.
hard styles don't just inspire hard feelings, kids.
i'm enjoying the ladies who interlock and envelop my doings;
never quiet, never soft.....