home. I tromp down into our woods, a path I used to walk all the time in the summers, when I would go and sit on the big rock in the creek and read books and feel wild.











my mom's cats are utterly ridiculous.


I finally found prettyboy dam. I was just one road off the first time I tried.


on christmas eve, there are family activities.







(the icing was hard to get out of the bag)



christmas day:






tristan and I drive up to new york.



he indulges me and we go into fao schwarz. all the candy is jurassic.


nintendo world. a theme emerges.


at home, bananagrams. my sister makes this (illegal, proper noun):


...while my brother makes this.


all of this is pretty much how it goes.