The Last Few Days...

I didn't have my regular phone so no video and no photos at all from the night we went to see "Wicked" (which was unbelievable I don't know how we could squeeze it Annie, but OMG would this be ridiculous to take the kids to!!!!) because I lost my phone temporarily right before the show. But these are a few of the moments captured of Nana's visit (all the West Coast "Nanas" are here in the city!)

On the way back from the Guggenheim - isn't she is totally fabulous?

Even more fabulous than her appearance is the fact that she does things like sit in the baby stroller in the middle of my agency.

And here she is making a balloon gobbstopper to entertain Finley

Stroller abuse

Fall leaves on my stroller make me happy! (sung to the tune of Sunshine on My Shoulders by John Denver)

Blurry iphone photo that I LOVE

And yes, sidewalk chalk is in her bag of goodies. I never see New York like I do when she is here. Until our next adventure.... Adieu Nana - we LOVE YOUUUUUUUU! (BCFF - Best Cousin Friends Forever!!!)

Summer of The Babe 2....

Is almost Over! The air has changed and is crispy - tomorrow is the official first day of fall. The leaves are FINALLY starting to change - late this year due to the late warm days (um, global warming - ALL the days may be summer someday - eek). I post this farewell because my cousin Nana sent me this poem this morning and it is just too good. See you next year, glorious Summer!

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

-- Mary Oliver

Dreyer Family Record Tracking Days

Here are the photos to accompany the videos from the recording session. It was a blast and we are all looking forward to finishing it up in October when we all lay down our vocal tracks. This whole thing is so much fun for me personally that I can hardly stand it. We are making some fierce memories here. Stay tuned and all will be revealed!

Wynand (Whynot) getting down on his turkey samich (dig the stroller)

The Board

Craig on the ivories

I love this picture of Matt even though it's blurry (I always love blurry pics)

Jordan, Craig's assistant intern who worked his patootey off.

I love pictures of charts, I don't know why

Craig, Matt and Boo working it out

A whole MESS of guitars (yet another stroller in the background)

Jason Pharr!

Cracklin Chicken by Bongo Bruno out back

The actual chicken crackling

A portrait of Matt and Craig

Some hillbilly behavior

The only group shot though we are missing WhyNot, Jason and Jordan

Uncle Matt!

We miss you...

Tiniest of Taste

Bongo Bruno!!!!!!!

Hope You Like It Day!

This took way too long to blog - sorry for the torture!
A little tasty taste of YouGetWhatYouGet... We laid a vocal track so you could see what it was like - SO fricken funny!

Appalachia Comes To Wilkenson Hollow

Guess which one this is....

This is a genius clip, I am sure you will agreeeeeeeeee!

And Away We GO!!

Here go some bare bones... check your email too Annie

Fideo (finley video)

By request! Stay tuned - I have another, longer one for tomorrow...

They Are 40!!

Craig and his twin brother Matt turn the big 40 today!! Matt is flying in from San Diego this afternoon and we are all partying it up NYC style!!!

Aren't they too much?

His very grown-up present "The Sea Monster" by our friend William Quigley.