of love and banana bread

Anna here, with a small apology for our sporadic posting habits - apparently blogging requires, like, remembering to put stuff on the blog. But Teffer's been awfully busy working crazy hours at the Y and trying to win her battle with the plague (she still seems to be thriving, however - she sings very prettily while she makes her breakfast, even though for a few days she was sounding much less like herself and much more like Janis Joplin circa 1969); and I've been awfully busy avoiding job-hunting through such various occupations as trying to learn to play the mandolin, attempting gluten-free baking, and reading about string theory (did you know that if an atom were the size of the solar system, each fundamental string would be the size of one tree? String theory is really cool).

Life's been full of company and love lately: Alice came up for a quick visit while on vacation in Vermont with her aunt, and then Jonathan came in for the weekend. Then Maro and Eric flew off to California to love on the family out there and get ready for Celine's wedding - Mom and Dad will head out to join them next week (yay!). We wish we were there too, guys. Hugs and kisses all 'round.

...and now of course some pictures..

Love.

Where there are visitors, there must be maps.

It was so lovely to see Alice. Thanks so much for coming - we miss you.

Daddy and Mama with Alice and her Aunt Donna - a fiesty and loving history buff. I had a lot of fun touring old Montreal in the rain with the two of them.

love my Papa and Mama

Finally, if any of you had a scientific, culinary, or aesthetic interest in what happens when you leave banana bread in the oven for six hours, fear not: Teffer has done the experimental legwork for you. It comes out as a sort of leather-encased pudding. N.B.: should you decide to attempt this feat yourself, be warned that your loaf pan may not survive the ordeal.