Do you see the two puffins fighting for a salmon?

You have to look really hard. If you can't find it--then maybe I posted the wrong video--Jeff came back with about 50-30 second videos of the water. A lot of the birds. And a few of what he claimed were bears....but they were too far away to see for sure.

All of the videos are gorgeous. He could sell them as New Age Relaxation videos. Which he may be doing since the fishing season was not as they hoped. Yesterday I heard on NPR a story that began with 'There are so many salmon in British Columbia that this season is the best season to date...there are plenty of fish for the tribesmen--the fishermen..." and then I turned it off. It was a rough season in Alaska this year. It's always better in Canada.

Jeff is back..he's cooking dinner as I write this. I feel like I haven't dinner since he left. It kind of feels like he never left--except that he's even MORE attractive having been in Alaska for three months. He walks around lifting up the furniture--all that upper body strength. It's equal to mine from carrying Leo around everywhere. (I weighed him this AM and he's 22 pounds.) It's been wonderful having him here. So far we haven't had the normal re-entry problems that most relationships suffer from after seeing each other for a long time. The worst fight so far was when it was time for Leo's walk (he really demands to go outside in the mornings...we walked down to the beach this morning and gave him his bottle on the beach. Suddenly not being able to move doesn't seem like the torture we'd worried it would be.) anyway---it was time for Leo's walk and Jeff was like "relax...I'm just gonna shave first." and I was like..shave? I don't even brush my teeth until Leo is down for a nap.

One great perk of having been on a boat with 5 men all summer is that Jeff knows lots of raunchy jokes now. He literally can talk like a sailor. I can't give any examples because Grandma's are my main audience for this blog and I don't want to lose them.

When he first got back his hair was huge. He had big poofy hair and smelled like oil. Like a homeless mechanic. He kept mentioning how noisy it was here compared to Alaska. I think it's noisy here compared to a lot of places. He's just used to the splashing noises of puffins.

Zach moves into some temporary housing today--his friend just left for college and Zach and his friend Kevin are taking over the guest house that his friend used to live in. They're paying about 400 a month between the 2 of them. I told him to try and talk his friends parents down to 35.00 a month. He's also looking for a job--big time. So far he got one day of work testing video games. I'm a little worried about his jobsearch after he told me that he answered a question on an application that asked 'I am always cheerful at work" with 'strongly disagree' because he viewed it as a trick question.

Leo is so happy to have Jeff home. He's yelling and laughing and standing up for about 4 or 5 seconds on his own. He sleeps from 7pm to 7am. He eats toast and rasberries. I ask him to give me kiss and he either quickly turns his head or tongues me. He is incredibly happy to be around people and outside. Those are his highs. He's just wonderful. I feel guilty as my neighbors colicky baby is crying and crying-i'm trying to stifle Leo's screams of delight. I keep telling him to hide his light under a bushel so he doesn't make others feel dim. But he doesn't speak english yet--thankfully.

i'll write more later--I took a break from this to watch a documentary on HBO about homeless kids who live in motels in orange county and now i'm so depressed i can't...operate well. Jeff said "once you're a mother you're a mother to all kids".

yuck. i mean---what a blessing...