Errol's favorite person in the whole world is his brother, Owen. Whatever Owen does makes Errol happy. A kiss, a hug, or a high five makes Errol smile, and a jump from the dresser makes Errol erupt into howls of laughter. The other day we went to the neighborhood park. Errol, Owen and our neighbor Benjamin alternated trips down the slide, and for about fifteen minutes straight, Errol was in a state of unbridled joy and laughter. Errol would just get finished with laughing at his own trip down the slide (in loving arms, of course) when Owen or Benjamin would slide past us, leaving Errol in another hysterical fit of glee. Errol has the most beautiful laugh. It starts as a - he-he-he, to himself (like he's in on a secret) then the anticipation builds and his laugh spills out into a head bobbing - gaaaaaaah ha ha ha, and finally (if things are really funny) builds into a deep and uproarious belly laugh - oh ho ho ho. It's not only sliding that makes Errol laugh. Sometimes it's a trip on my shoulders, or Owen dancing, or some unidentifiable occurrence that leaves him in stitches. It's hard to hear Errol laugh and not be infected by it. If you are ever blue, come slide with us and put yourself in a happy state.
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oh, sheesh. That picture of Owen flying thru the air. The wonder of ya'll getting another year without surgery, the idea of beautiful errol with some rad geek glasses. All such amazing stuff to respond to, you mad blogger, you. ok. #1. Do you know jacques-henri lartique's photos of people in-the-air? here, one which I think shows his maid (but don't quote me, it may just be because I am always snapping photos of my maid and assume cary is, too) http://www.bbc.co.uk/photography/genius/gallery/lartigue.shtml
and here, a self-portrait:
http://www.clas.ufl.edu/cclc/lartiguedive.jpg
he called his brother Ziszou. Don't you kinda wanna have another kid, so you can name him Zisou? I am not sure on the spelling.
his photos are a little hard to find online.
Errol is not hard to find online, and I feel lucky to get to check in on him that way.
oh. one last thing. I was all the way in fourth grade when I got glasses. some decade older than errol. I loved getting them, seeing leaves. And I loveloveloveit when errol pulls my hair. So I aint worried about the glasses part of things.
love to all
Betsy
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