Thursday, July 24, 2014

Babies don't keep

Tonight after we out him down Noah screamed and screamed for me. In a somewhat uncharacteristic moment I walked in to snuggle him for a few minutes so he could fall asleep (those of you who have three kids have lied to me. I swear my body has given up this pregnancy).

I tried to enjoy that this little person only gets to be the baby for 10 more weeks and I stroked his cheeks and kissed his freshly bathed head. After just a minute he pointed to the floor and said, "my tape" as he started wiggling away from me. Turns out he didn't really want snuggles from his mom he just wanted his yellow measuring tape. 

That's my boy

 
* contents of this crib: 1 baby, 1 sippy of water, 1 book, 2 blankets, 1 Lego tower, 3 matchbox cars, 1 slinky and 1 measuring tape

Pioneer Day

July 24th is a big holiday in Utah, where I'm from. It marks the day the pioneers arrived in the Salt Lake Valley. 

In honor of the occasion we drove to a little park in the Hudson.  The hubbs may not get to have a day off but we an certainly celebrate the spirit of pioneering.










Sunday, July 20, 2014

A recap

Damn.  I just wrote a blog post and it got deleted.

Discussion of pre-partum depression will have to come later.

Those of you who are not related to me proceed with caution--I've got a whole month of pictures here going up so that even if my kids don't understand what their mom was thinking they'll know we were still having a good time (in between taking rests to keep my legs elevated because the veriscose vein situation is out of control over here--even when I'm wearing compression hose.  You read that right. I'm wearing compression hose every day in the stinking hot and humid weather.  If that isn't enough reason to be depressed I don't know what is.)

My parents were here to visit which was a dream. My dad fixed things around the house and my mom did the dishes every day. I did manage to get them out to Wave Hill botanical garden on the hottest muggiest day of the year. This only cemented their dedication to staying in the house and helping me with projects here. Pretty much my evil plan worked out perfectly. 



While my parents were here we drove to Boston with them to visit my brother who recently relocated from France.  There is a certain magic that happens when you play with cousins. {note the two goons running around with soda boxes on their heads. Claire insisted on saving hers}.  We were there over the 4th of July and you'll note that the only pics I have are at the hotel. That's because it was a torrential downpour. Thank goodness for the hotel pool



And this week we went to the Hamptons with a friend from high school who owns a house with a pool there.  It was heavenly and we are so grateful to Mat for inviting us




Claire and I went to a Jackson pollock art class and I have to tell you I'm considering taking up drip painting.




And here are some random pictures from around the house and city.







Thursday, June 19, 2014

Summer in the City

The last few days of summer have been just like the summers I remember from my own childhood.  The activities have been a little different than the summers of my youth but the feelings have been the same. My own childhood summers were filled with swimming, tennis, jumping on the trampoline and playing games with neighborhood kids in the cul-de-sac (which we called a circle) until way past dark.

The last few days have been hot and humid here (and we haven't bought ACs yet so it's been a little rough.  Luckily things cooled off today) and our days have been mostly filled with water play interspersed with a few of our favorite activities.  Every night I've gone to bed tired and hot and sticky from layers and layers of sunscreen.  I don't actually know how long ago we all bathed because we spend so much time playing with water that it all kind of runs together.  Twice this week my kids have gone from jammies to swim clothes to jammies again (with a little naked baby time somewhere in the middle).

This week my college roommate (aka best roommate ever) posted this to her facebook page.

"And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days" --Lowell

What is so rare as a day in June?  Last night, walking home from a neighbor's house I saw my first firefly of the season.  Magic.

In December when I'm bogged down with postpartum depression and hating the short cold days will you all just remind me that June exhists?  That it's out there?  And that's it's coming?

These first couple of pictures are from this amazing botanical garden called Wave Hill.  Mark Twain lived there for 3 years (in a tree house he constructed on the grounds) and this week they did a Mark Twain scavenger hunt.


At the end of the scavenger hunt the kids got to make mustaches and try on a top hat.






The Bronx Zoo has reached crazy levels of crowded.  Often the whole parking lot is taken up with school buses.  Luckily my kids are obsessed with penguins which are located at the far end of the zoo where no one else likes to go.  



Tuesday, June 17, 2014

NYC in the Summer

There aren't too many times that i think, "New York, you nailed it." 

But public fountains for kids to run around in? Brilliant. They are in most neighborhoods (especially lower income ones) and are one of the ways that the city helps people stay cool.  Dawn to dusk sprinklers all summer?--nailed it.  We didn't know our neighborhood park had turned theirs on yet (school isn't out for another week or two here) but when we got to the park this morning we were in for a pleasant surprise.



If it's a particularly hot stretch of the summer the city keeps them on until 10 or later.


Tuesday, June 10, 2014

From the Mouths of Babes


Claire: "Sometimes I'm sad because I'm not the boss of everything."


Me too babe.  Me too.

P.S. We don't have a mircrowave here (we're not againsts them the house just didn't have one and it's way down on the list of things to buy--somewhere below AC units and a weed wacker). Turns out that microwave really is the best (maybe only) way to reheat cold pizza).

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Postage size bliss

Folks, when I said my yard was the size of a postage stamp I wasn't kidding. Here's a good view of the front. Yes.  That fence is the property line. 


The back isn't huge (though it is a little bigger than the front). But I've learned two things. 1.  Having a kind of crumby back yard can be totally disguised by having neighbors who have incredible back yards.  2. Any size back yard can still provide hours and hours of joy. 



We have filled the water table everyday and painted the whole place with chalk more than once.  Tonight we played basketball as a family before bed. The only thing that could have made it better was if the lightening had been out. 


There is always tomorrow.  In that last pic Claire asked me to be really careful so that I could catch her flying in the air. I got pretty close