3/27/17

From our weekend.

one for early mornings, long runs. for a trip to the aquarium with family to celebrate our youngest sister turning 23. ice cream cake by night, a stop at one of our favorite pizza places by day. jotting plans for a trip in May that I am over-the-moon excited for. a rare nap. a drive past homes we think about owning, think about bringing life and Italian food and a messy, lazy bulldog into. a toast to the in-betweens, to the drum rolls.

3/23/17

Lately.

 ^^Gus took full advantage of the pillow fort I made for Hugo.^^
 ^^I've been out running longer distances, training for a half marathon I'm running with friends in May.^^
 ^^sometimes the San Remo is there, too.^^
 ^^I gave myself mom points for making Hugo green pancakes on St. Patrick's Day. he could have cared less.^^
 ^^while Blake made a work trip out to Wisconsin, Hugo and I had a date. he picked out a train book at the bookstore and insisted on carrying it all the way home.^^
 ^^I cut Hugo's hair. my mother had to fix it.^^
 ^^we've gotten pretty serious about buying a house, and we're now just waiting on the right one to come along. have to say, this process is a nightmare for someone prone to tunnel vision.^^
 ^^Hugo turned into a 90-year-old man before my eyes.^^
 ^^and we took him to see the trains at a local pizza place one Friday night.^^
 ^^we've been on a Toy Story kick.^^
 ^^and I've been reading a lot (this book is great) while I nurse achy knees.^^
 ^^Hugo and Gus have been reading, too.^^

3/20/17

Dear little boy.

You came down with a nasty cough this weekend, right as your dad was leaving town for work. It caught up to you on Sunday night, which I spent sleepless - your sweaty self wrapped tightly around my arm, your forehead touching mine. It's true that working parenthood is hard and exhausting and lonely sometimes, too. I haven't thought of this so much as I've thought of how hard it will be when you no longer need the assurance of my closeness at 2am, on the eve of the first day of spring.

I've seen you put more words together in the last few weeks - "Mama, look!" and "Mama back please" (translation: "rub my back, mom"; he's definitely mine). I've seen your budding bravery, tempered with cautiousness, tempered with a desire to figure out the details. I've seen empathy, a hunger for relationship. Already, I'm so, so proud of you.

This. This is generally what I'm thinking of at 2am, on sleepless nights.

3/17/17

More snow.

Stella wasn't what we expected her to be - less snow, more ice and rain. She gave Hugo a snow day, so we had him home with us on Tuesday while we were working. Gus spent the day barking at snowdrifts, Hugo spent it watching from the window and laughing at Gus.

And the following day, all slush in Manhattan. Sure is pretty, though.

3/13/17

Play date at Hakkasan.

We passed around babies and filled up on dim sum. Bowed heads over a father's blessing for his small son, just one month old. Talked of how far we've come as friends and how, one day, we hope to see our baby boys enjoy each other's company.

One of my favorite thoughts on friendship is from C.S. Lewis, and goes something like this: "Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: 'What! You, too? I thought I was the only one.'"

This is one of the truest gifts I know.

3/11/17

Rock climbing.

A surprise party for a soon-to-be sister-in-law. A little boy learning how to do somersaults. Being comically bad at something, but choosing to do it, anyway. 

A Saturday evening in the company of family - always a good decision. 

3/7/17

Tuesday morning.

I woke to light rain and a run in the park - clearing my head as much as stretching my legs. Central Park in the rain is another world, and one I fell in love with long ago.