Anaheim to San Diego.

A 1.5 hour trip turned into 8 hours driving along the coast, stopping for coffee, diaper changes and Mexican food. It was honey for restless souls, and we drank it up.


Meeting friends.

We have a few more photos from our trip to share, but in looking through my phone this morning, I noticed that I've been hanging onto old photos of Hugo meeting some of our friends. Truly, one of the best things about bringing a baby into the world is seeing them interact with people you love. It's almost tied with seeing the baby belly laugh for the first time (I nearly died).

There are still quite a few who have yet to witness Hugo's rolls in person, but we'll get to you, pretties. Promise. ;)
^^auntie CC, and a onesie that he's now too big for. the rolls. they're multiplying.^^
^^do not be fooled by Hugo's face. he loves his friend Elena, and he's very much looking forward to future playdates.^^
^^and some of our favorite Californians, who showed us where the good Mexican food is at in LA, and introduced us to their banana tree. ^^



We've been to Disney World quite a few times in five years of marriage (five. we've been five times. we're crazy.), but Blake and I had never been to Disneyland. I was out that way for a work conference last August and decided it was a trip we needed to take as a family, whenever there were kids in the picture. Not one month later, we were planning for baby boy (unrelated, I promise). So off we went last Wednesday, as soon as we had clearance to fly from Hugo's pediatrician.

We celebrated Blake's birthday with two days in the parks, and while travel with a three-month-old can be rather limiting, we were able to cover a lot of ground. We started early and went back to the hotel room for naps during the heat of the day, which helped a lot. I can't speak for the baby, but he looked pretty pleased with the adventure.

I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Obviously.


In California.

We're in California until Monday, exploring the southern coast, wandering Disneyland and enjoying time as a family before I head back to work next month.

Have a great weekend!


Personal trainers.

Morning stretches, under the supervision of two hard-core trainers. Do not be fooled by the tiny fox pajamas. The one on the chair expects nothing short of perfection when it comes to form.


By the sea.

We chased the sunset down at the beach last night, a perfectly pink sky dotted with cotton balls. If we're lucky, we get a handful of these kinds of evenings, and a person or two to share them with. Like many of the best things in life, the beauty is in the balance of knowing and not knowing - seeing the rare gifts for what they are without being certain of the degree of rarity.

These are the good days.



Oh, the difference a year makes. Our tribe keeps growing and changing, and this was one of the few times each year when we were all together. My dad keeps rolling his eyes at all the baby and animal noise that's filled his home recently, but he can't help the smile that accompanies. Perfect dysfunction, in the very best way. 


Dear baby boy.

Your world is full of firsts these days, baby of mine. First summer, first laugh, first sleep through the night (!!). We are so in awe of the little things, still. I love to watch you dream, with your tiny fist curled up and resting on the back of your neck.  I love how your smiles start in your eyes and make their way down to your mouth. Your infancy recognizes something we sometimes forget as we get older - that emotions are fleeting, that happiness is often in how we choose to look at things.

Already, we see so much of your unique personality, along with glimpses of your DNA. You look like your grandfather, your papa, you have my eyes. You look like you. So much so that I feel like I must have known you all along. Your whole life, we'll wonder at where certain glances or traits may have originated. It's an entertaining game, but nothing more. You are not your family history. Make no mistake: you are what you love, and what you make of what you've been given.

We've been spending a lot of time in the places where we grew up, your dad and I. It's prompted us to talk about what we want for your childhood. You should have the chance to get to know your relatives, sleep under stars, learn the noise of the city, bury your feet in sand, watch the push and pull of different cultures working in concert. All of these things in their time. I hope you see the value in each season and landscape.

Since you've been born, we've been learning how to best care for you, in all the ways that matter. You've shown yourself to be adaptable, eager to take in new things. Stay that way all your life - there are so few things in this world that are fixed.

One of those few things is my love for you.

your mama


Reunion weekend.

We started talking about a reunion weekend with Blake's college roommates last summer at two of their weddings (Dave's and Ryan's), not knowing that there'd be a two month old and seven month pregnant belly in the picture. Our original plans involved either a tropical destination or an RV, neither of which sounded terribly appealing for this particular stage in our lives. Instead, our friends rented a house in Connecticut and we spent the weekend sitting around and eating. At one point we went "hiking", which really only meant relocating our sitting/eating to a trail next to a waterfall.

It was lovely, and we love these people.