I’m packing packing packing. Tomorrow we move into Casa del Lobos. There’s too much to write tonight, so I promise more once we’re a bit settled. Having many adventures. Meeting dear new friends, missing some beloved old friends.
Right now, the Oak Park apartment is a mountain range of boxes, and my children are playing pretend vampire family:
Liam: More blood, I’m soooo hungry!
Maya: Oh, baby, you’ve already drank too much blood today. Time to practice flying.
Lana: Blood! Blood! Blood!
Maya: Lana, I’m going to drink you so that you become a vampire too. Rock-a-Bye, baby blood sucker. Drink some blood.
Liam: How do I turn into a bat again?
Maya: Look, let me draw you a picture. Pretend the blood is dripping down my cheek like this. And I have sharp teeth.
Liam: Does it hurt? Will I have a boo boo?
Maya: We’re magical, we don’t bleed. I can sew you back together. It only hurts a little.
Lana: Me too! Me too! Lana vampire.
I love my kids.