Happy Halloween!

From a very reluctant Superman, a somewhat-more-cooperative Thomas the Train, a very tolerant Captain America/lion, and the two of us in our best attempt at a family photo with a trick-or-treating two-year old. 


October weekend.

For recovery from work trips, from bugs that have had us down for the count. For stroller runs with a happy toddler. A stop at our town's oldest house for a "spooky" tour. Crunchy leaves and warm cups of coffee and the makings of spider cupcakes. A stop at the local orchard with family - pumpkins for the picking and llamas for a two-year-old to obsess over. Hunting through antique stores for just the perfect framed print, to live above a dining table we have yet to build. More home-making, always.

These are the habits of fall.


FNCE x Chicago.

A trip out to Chicago for the annual Food & Nutrition Conference & Expo - four long days of hard work and a world-class team to do it with. A run to Cloud Gate at sunrise and our fill of deep dish pizza. A comically difficult journey home and a husband waiting for me, hero that he is, at LaGuardia arrivals.


High line.

Hugo Henry:

This weekend, we took to the High Line - that refurbished strip of jungle and abandoned train track in the heart of Manhattan - and walked the whole of it. We stopped for trains coming in and out of Penn Station. We stopped for art and benches, and so that you could drive your trucks along railings of all kinds.

I held you half the way, which is often how you prefer it. You're too big to be held now, it would seem. Half my size and quite capable of using your own legs. But you are not two forever, and there will come a day when you don't stop in front of me with your hands outstretched. One day, you will be too much a boy to want your mama so, too lanky for me to lift.

Today is not that day, thank goodness, and I am strong enough for this. The best mamas are made of steel and safety in equal parts, I've found.

And I love you so.


A farewell dinner.

This one for Christine, one of the kindest, most sincere souls to ever live in New York. We raised our glasses around a table of comfort food at Spoon - to being homeward bound, to new adventures, to health and happiness for her and her boys. Such luck that our paths have crossed for the last six years.



 ^^dinner under heaps of ripe grapes, within reach of toddler hands.^^
 ^^the celebration of a milestone for our littlest sister.^^
 ^^carnivals strung through the month of August.^^
 ^^nights on the green.^^
 ^^dates with friends, their new babies.^^
 ^^runs before daylight.^^
 ^^and flowers for a desk.^^
 ^^a cronut, too. miracle of miracles, there was NO LINE at Dominique Ansel's one morning (the first time in years - I kid you not). basically an invitation.^^
 ^^a (still half-asleep) running buddy, when Blake is out of town.^^
 ^^and a hat from Nashville for Hugo when Blake returned.^^
 ^^a dog at the dog park, not playing with dogs.^^
 ^^nights at the nearby playground, with the most beautiful skies.^^
 ^^obligatory seasonal photos.^^
 ^^unbelievably gorgeous sunsets.^^
^^and Gus, still doing what he does best.^^



From Saturday by the lake, passing a newborn, willing three toddlers to take naps. Taking quiet walks. Fishing by morning and watching the sun fade pink, red, orange by evening. A welcome opportunity to get away from it all. 


Eliza Ruth.

My warrior sister gave birth to the sweetest human being after 41 hours of labor this weekend. Just a note to say that I'm so thankful that she's here, I love her a ridiculous amount already, and women are unstoppable. 

Welcome to the world, Eliza Ruth. You and I are going to be great friends.