As soon as the summer sun hits New England, the car is loaded with buckets, shovels, and dump trucks galore and we’re off to beach. There’s nothing quite like the first steps onto warm sand after an especially long winter; I will never tire of it.
Sunday morning we had some friends over for breakfast…ok, it was our second breakfast that day. I love hosting breakfasts and brunches, especially on snowy weekends. We lingered over strata, muffins, chocolate croissants, and french toast until close to 1pm. That’s my kinda breakfast.
Here’s the menu for ya. Everything was really tasty and most things I prepped the night before and then just baked in the morning. Add juice and coffee and you’re a star.
The goal was simple: rake the leaves into piles, bag them, put the bags on the curb. I did make four tidy piles, but then the free help showed up. There are now no full bags, no piles, and it has since rained. Isn’t there an old saying: “rake twice, bag once”?
Of course they were shouting “PILE”!!!! every time a fist-full of leaves went flying through the air which leads me to the conclusion that either I have the world’s most sensitive children who recognize the effort it takes for a pregnant lady to rake the entire lawn while running after two little ones or, they are really just pure evil little beings. Crazies.
Back in August ( I think) I asked Manu what he wanted to be for Halloween. I thought I’d do the nice thing and ask first. Then once he’d forgotten what he told me he wanted, I’d just ahead and make him whatever I wanted. I’m a good parent like that. “Monkey!”, he said. And he didn’t forget it. By mid September I realized I was going to have to come up with a monkey costume. For some reason I’m opposed to buying pre-made costumes. I don’t have a good reason. I just don’t like it. But an entire monkey costume was going to be a lot of sewing . Of course I would need two of these ( I like them to coordinate too) unless I was willing to torture Zeems by making him into a banana and I wasn’t. So two monkeys. Then my sister suggested to save time I make Monkeys Jumping on the Bed. Make the headpieces, the tails, put them in pajamas and call it a day. Brilliant. Done. The monkey hats took a little time. The actual hat was easy but I’m crazy and decided I needed to hand-embroider the face. I hammered those out in two days. The tails were another day. Not too bad. Much better than a full body costume.
A pre-Halloween fitting. Zeems celebrating his half-nakedness. Baby bump in full effect. Monkey in a box. The weekend before Halloween our little borough had a costume and puppet parade for the kiddos. It was adorable.
Afterward we met all our neighborhood friends at the local coffee shop for treats.
It was then I decided I didn’t want to leave New Haven. I love our school. I love our new friends. I love that I can walk into my favorite cafe and the owner will play with my children so I have two minutes of peace to drink my coffee. Riz said I could forget it. He reminded me of the public school situation and made it clear that private school was not an option. Later I got online to check out tuition prices to build my case for staying. Blah. $20,000/ year times 3 kids (at the same time) times 13 years (K-12). Hmmmm. The math is easy, even for a public school grad like me, but don’t do it. It’ll make you sick. And that’s before college. Whatevs. Back to Halloween. Monkeys jumping on the bed!
The monkeys made out very well trick-or-treating. It was a bit chilly so Azeem and I hit up our street and then headed back home to hand out candy. Arman was determined to fill his bucket and he did. For the safety of my youngest, I took it upon myself to consume any and all candy containing peanuts (I told you I was a good mom) which is pretty much all the good stuff. Everyone wins here.
Now that that’s all said and done, we are eagerly anticipating the holiday season. Turkeys, trees and oodles of treats. So much more fun ahead!
Yeah, it’s been a long, long time. Not without reason. It seems like we’ve been slammed with a bunch of stuff all at once, both good and bad. The short of it is, it’s been crazy around here. I’m looking forward to seeing things settle down a bit and I hope that time comes soon.
As soon as we were bouncing back from the whole Lyme incident, the little guy had a very scary reaction to some peanut butter. Like, “I think we might need to call 911” scary. When your Dr. Husband is considering calling an ambulance for your 18 month old, it’s safe to assume things aren’t looking so hot. After some blood tests (which Arman and I were thankfully not in the room for) we know he is highly allergic to peanuts.
I now carry an epi-pen for the little bugger 24/7. It’s a bummer, cause I know I love me some peanut butter, but I’m grateful he’s ok and we know how to handle it moving forward. Soy-nut butter, anyone? Yum yum.
Riz has also been gone for the last 2 months. Not gone away, but either at work or at the library studying for the boards. We passed each other briefly in the mornings and save for a few hours here and there on the weekends, that was pretty much it. We were all sound asleep by the time he came home most evenings. He was tired, I was tired, and the kids were starting to feel it too. That was tough.
This family is most definitely a two-parent operation and we are all super-happy to have him back. Boards are done and won’t be coming around for another 10 years. So glad.
On to happier updates:
Arman started nursery school. He LOVES it. Maybe almost as much as I do. He was more than ready. Sometimes you just know when your kid is ready for that next step, whatever that may be. Starting school was one of those things and he just jumped in wholeheartedly.
Riz and I spent a good deal of time last fall researching and visiting nursery schools to make sure we found the perfect fit for our big boy and for us as a family. There were urban schools and suburban schools. Snooty schools and crunchy schools. Art schools, music schools, and schools with 2 year waiting lists. The whole business of nursery school is really a whole world unto itself. We searched and we found a darling little school. Every time my little 3 year old appears at 12:50pm (Curbside pick-up, people. This is the stuff dreams are made of.) with his goofy grin and too-big backpack, I am certain we found the perfect match. Life is good.
Changing topics. Again.
Ya’ll know about Pinterest, right? The virtual bulletin board that’s a dream come true for visual peeps like myself? If you’ve been living under a rock, get yourself over there fast. Full of fashion, entertaining, food, & crafty inspiration galore, it’s seriously like porn for the stay-at-home mom. Or whoever. It’s just good.
There’s just one problem: I’ve been finding myself “pinning” (think “visual tweeting”) tons of awesome projects and ideas (like hundreds) but attempting none of them. “Well that’s kinda pointless”, I found myself thinking. What’s the use in hoarding all of these amazing visuals if all they’ll ever do is stare back at me? Turns out my friend Brianne was thinking the same thing. Let me digress a bit. I love the internet. The fact that Brianne and I still communicate is amazing to me. Not that I wouldn’t want to communicate with her. She’s honest, witty, and real. Who wouldn’t want a friend like that? But honestly, the last time I saw my high-school pal was the summer of 2007 at a mutual friend’s wedding. And before then? I think it was the summer of ’99 at a Dave concert.
I am downright horrible at keeping in touch with people; really, really bad. But the beauty of social networking is that I don’t have to be great at it at all. She can still be in my life and I can be in hers, even if it’s exclusively online and that makes me really happy. We can share our common interests (Pinterest!), share ideas, and ogle at pics of our cutie-pie children. It just wouldn’t happen without the good old interwebs. It’s kinda super-awesome.
So yeah, Brianne and I were in the same boat; pinning like the crazy moms we are but not doing much else. Enter: Pinterest Challenge. We each picked a project and set a deadline for completion (tomorrow). It was just the motivation I needed to get my act together. What project did I chose??? Can’t tell ya until tomorrow! Oh, the suspense. Be excited. Do it.
The Yale campus is one of our favorite outdoor spaces in New Haven. With its’ secret garden-like courtyards, weathered stone buildings with intricate lead framed windows, and ornate structures like “Harkness Tower”, it always feels like I’ve wandered right into Hogwarts.
It’s downright lovely and the perfect place to lay out a blanket and enjoy the warm weather (Of course, I’m always cold and will be sporting a cardigan until July). For a little extra goodness, we usually grab some homemade ice cream up the block before heading to the green. Mmm! Spring is tasty.