Gus walks 20+ blocks and we cheer like those dog-parents we swore we'd never be.

This afternoon, we took Gusington to Central Park for the first time. It's about 10 blocks from our apartment, so we thought he might be overwhelmed by the distance (+ running around once we got there), but he's kind of a champ.

I didn't really know what to expect when we brought home this little ball of wrinkles and obstinance. I was even a little intimidated by his nonstop barking/havoc-wreaking in my dad's shop the first night. But we couldn't love that sweet pup more than we do. And when he pokes his head over the edge of the bed on a Sunday morning, I just about die of cuteness overload.  


Shuttle flies over the Lower West.

This morning the Enterprise flew over the Lower West Side of Manhattan on its roundabout journey to JFK. I headed up to our Soho office building's roof with some of my coworkers to stand in the freezing wind and wait for the shuttle to make its appearance. Everyone scrambled to take photos as the Enterprise crested the buildings of the Financial District. I got this one pathetic photo. But so worth the ten minutes of freezing my butt off. And I suppose the view isn't too shabby.

Happy Friday! 



We enjoyed flower gardens and rooftop views. 
We became better acquainted with Doughnut Plant. 
I received Essie nail polish as a gift from a friend who works as a buyer at Macy's (friends and family discount - yes, please).
I read a lot of magazines. Classy ones, like Advertising Age.
Gus did morning yoga. 
I took the subway to and from work every day. 
We stumbled upon a market with the most incredible spices. 
Gus stared at me awkwardly while I sat on the couch. 
My friend sent the sweetest letter. 
I drank too much coffee and we spent an afternoon in City Hall Park. 


Rainy morning.

Yesterday morning I woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls baking. We didn't make it to church because it was raining so hard - just stayed in bed eating and talking and making fun of pup's ridiculous snoring. We read books. I remembered what it was like to be ten and curled up on the couch during a thunderstorm.

New York is beautiful when it rains. Otherworldly. A little slower. A little quieter. Like being fully awake and alive inside of a memory.



We created this silly little iPhone video while out and about today.
Now you know what the Walkers do on quiet weekends (because you asked). 

Happy Saturday! 


Imperial Club.

Tonight husband and I helped out at my friend's fundraiser to gain support for church planting in Tokyo. The event was at the beautiful Imperial Club, which overlooks Midtown Manhattan and Central Park. We passed appetizers, enjoyed the incredible views and met some pretty cool people. I love getting to be involved in these kinds of gatherings - it's an awesome blessing of belonging to a church.

These days, I'm feeling a bit like I can't catch my breath. Like I need to collect myself, refocus and appreciate some of the smaller things. We're looking forward to a quiet weekend around here.

Happy (almost) Friday!


Virginia Woolf.

I've been reading Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own on the subway home from work. 
I so admire her wise words
and the emotions that she articulates in ways that make you feel as if you were experiencing them for the first time.

"I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in." 


Central Park in spring.

Today was probably the most beautiful day of the year. We took Gus to the dog park at the pier, where he got to play with three other bulldogs, then stopped to look in at the blooming flowers in our community garden on the way back to the apartment. Every weekend we see gardeners diligently tending - in the midst  of littered city streets, it's nice to see something so well cared for.

We wandered Central Park in the afternoon and ran into two of our neighbors. Funny the way this city reminds us that it's home.

Hope you were able to spend some time outside today!



If you are very lucky
(like me)
you will marry into a family of five boys
and you will never ever ever get a decent photo with them.


Thoughts from Gus.

I like the small humans. It's pretty cool that they have rolls - just like me.

I don't particularly like it when they stick their fingers in my mouth. Or hit me really hard when I'm taking my late morning nap. But they smell nice. And this weekend, one of them rode me like a horse. I've always secretly wished I was a horse, so it fulfilled a lifelong dream.

That doesn't mean I want Mom and Dad to bring home a small human of our own anytime soon. I hear they hog all of the belly rubs.

Sniffs and licks,


Happy Easter!

a) in the car on the way to CT, b) my in-laws painted their front door to match my pants! c) dinner with my lovely mother-in-law, d) brunch at my parents' house
a) husband and his brother at the piano, b) Easter dress, c) Gus' favorite hobby, d) husband and his cousin, Grace

We just got back from a weekend of family, amazing meals, games out in the front yard and reminders of the freedom that the Easter celebration represents. It makes my heart happy.


Chocolate Dutch Baby.

The other night we made a Chocolate Dutch Baby.
Which is basically just a giant chocolate pancake with an awesome name. 
I'm told it's a breakfast food. I'm not so sure. 
But I'll try a lot of things once, so I ate it for breakfast this morning. 
hello. yum.

3/4 cup milk
3 large eggs 
1/3 cup flour
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder, sifted
1/4 teaspoon coarse salt
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 cup granulated sugar
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
3 tablespoons powdered sugar

Directions can be found on Two Peas & Their Pod



It's rare that we have a night without any plans. On nights like tonight - the nights that follow long, busy Mondays - we capture a moment of relative quiet on our rooftop. Sometimes a cleared schedule and a sunset view of the city are all it takes to put things into perspective.

ps - I call the last photo "In Which My Hair Redefines 'Windblown'"


Paul Taylor Dance Company.

Last night we walked up to Lincoln Center to see the Paul Taylor Dance Company. Husband was so kind to go with me. Ballet has never been his thing. 

But, oh, it was beautiful. Their performance of Brandenburgs brought me back to days of violin and dance. I need a bit more of this form of expression in my life.

See this video for one of their older performances of Promethean Fire. So much talent.