These metal sculptures by Michael Afsa are too too fabulous.
[via Design Milk]
A home without a dog is just a house.
At a wedding
In the North Woods
A moment candidly captured by a cousin:
We were waiting to be called for the large group family photo and used the moment of downtime to check in on the (first time, for us) baby-sitter.
Right here, I’d guess we were either talking about how ridiculous it was that we told the sitter if she had any questions she should just ask Hazel. (Oh Hazel has got answers!)
or Taking bets on the likelihood of Felix staying in the trundle bed when the sitter puts her down.
Our girls are our favorite topic of conversation. But not our only one, obviously. A few minutes before this, or maybe it was after, we talked about our upcoming anniversary - 7 years. Woah.
I said to Simon: 7 years may not be an eternity…but it’s not nothing.
He responded with a smile: Way to go, us!
I think it was when we went to cheers ourselves that I realized I had set my champagne down somewhere (not in arms reach). Well, that won’t do. Simon grabbed my hand and we made our way back to the bar to find me some bubbles.
This tableaux ended. The next one began. The night was bursting with moments of togetherness (silliness, closeness, goodness).
The vibe was LOVE.
Thank you Nick + Sara for the most magical wedding weekend. You gave your guests the gift of time together and the indelible memories we created as a FAMILY. Sara welcome to ours. We love you!
My girl may never have much luck with finding her name printed on vanity key chains or shot glasses….but she does have her very own hotel (or at least a hotel she thinks is named after her)! We get as much play out of Hotel Felix as we can.
A few blocks from this there is a stately looking mansion with Hazel’s name printed on the plaque that hangs on the front gate (Hazelden). We make a slightly less big deal out of this one as her namesake building is actually a rehab facility and that opens up a line of questioning I am not yet quite ready to explain to my 3 yr old.
With all the weddings we have attended this month, Hazel seems to have picked up a new favorite dramatic play scene: Bride.
Felix typically gets recruited as her groom but last night Grandpa H agreed to walk her down the aisle (while grandma H & I filled in as wedding photogs).
Gown, hair, heels and flowers all carefully selected and styled by the bride herself. Oh Hazel.
"Playing Bride" might make me cringe if not for the fact the brides Hazel has watched go down the aisle are some of the hardest working, smartest, most independent women in my life. I would be proud if Hazel emulated any one of them!
Know who you are and know it’s enough.
I thought I was over flash mobs….And then I saw this one.
And yeah, I totally teared up.
(Thx Cousin Kristin for the great share!)
7 years! Happy Anniversary, Husband.
I love you.
We woke up Sunday, almost impossibly, without plans. Felix had crashed for an early nap, Simon was reading Grantland and Hazel and I were sitting on little chairs… eating toast. While looking out the window, I had the passing thought that I was in the mood for some theatre, a musical. And then it hit me - I could actually make that happen! So I turned to my daughter and said: Hey Girlfriend, want to go on a theatre date today?!
Hazel was, as you can imagine, ALL IN. She hailed a cab, climbed up and requested the driver to head towards the Ferris Wheel (located just down the pier from the theatre). We were on a mission.
I let her take the lead, where possible. She handed our tickets to the ticket-taker and took our playbills from the usher. I excitedly walked her right up to the stage - we had a pair of seats in the front row. This gave me the chance to explain my love of the front row to my daughter. :) She didn’t really get it at first…but I am certain she understood what I meant by the end of the show.
Curtain went up and Hazel was captivated!
Watching her watch the show was just amazing. She didn’t speak from the moment the overture began, and burst enthusiastically into applause at the end of each song. I could read the joy all over her face. She loved it and that made me happy in a way that is hard to even describe.
This production was wonderful - really great. Like, I loved it. Very family friendly and the tickets were $28 adults/$18 kids! Chi-town families - you should totally go.
I first saw Seussical during previews on Broadway - that was almost 15 years ago. I went with my (then-friend, now-brother), Andrew on one of our theatre-weekends in New York. This show has happy memories for me.
Definite closet idea
Anyone who has spent any time with a toddler knows they have mighty imaginations.
Felix is convinced her foot is a phone….it rings, she answers it and funny enough “Mama” seems to always be the person on the other end of the line.
And anytime she hears an unexpected sound (Boom! Bang! Or otherwise) she is adamant that it is a bear. A bear? I mean, really.
Of course, there is also the way she stands captivated at our highrise window, watching the city bustle below her. I can only imagine the stories unfolding in her little mind. When I ask what she’s thinking about, she only says: Chicago.
Witnessing Felix & Hazel’s imagination emerge has been one of those mom highlights, for me. I am in awe of they way they are - unconstrained. ”They think very big thinks!” It is in this spirit that Plum Organics launched a new line of products for toddlers called Mighty. (Plum Pouches have been a staple in our house since the girls first started on solids - mega thumbs up.) And I think it is pretty great that the folks at Plum have given me a gift pack of Mighty products to share with one of you!
How about this:
Leave a reply, reblog, or shoot me an email with a great Mighty Imagination moment from a little person in your life. Winner will be picked (at random) on Friday.
I gave Simon the morning to sleep-in a little (he returned the favor on Sunday). I wanted to get the girls out of the apartment…and figured our early errand ought to include donuts (obviously).
I got a little ambitious and decided is was a perfect morning for the commitment that is Donut Vault.
I loaded the girls in the wagon and we walked the mile or so along Franklin Street, which runs under the el tracks. Trains rumbling overhead added a layer of excitement to our trek.
We arrived at Donut Vault a few minutes before the doors opened and spent the next 1:15 in line. Long lines with little ones can be daunting but the girls kept busy exploring each windowsill, garden box and piece of patio furniture we passed.. The last 15 minutes things started to get a little rocky, but 2 pieces of sidewalk chalk and a baggie of wipes saved the day.
Simon surprised us just as we were about to step into the bit-sized shop (Turns out, once you are a parent…you sort of forget how to sleep in aggressively). We ordered one of each donut variety - and two of the glazed, (It was named best donut in america, after all), and we sat outside together enjoying the sun and sugar.
A gorgeous Chicago Saturday spent eating donuts with the people I love most? That’s what I call #winning.
Friday Night / Saturday Night
Fri: Mom & Dad H are spending the month of July in Chicago. It really is the best having them here. As a THANK YOU for all of the enthusiastic (and free!) babysitting they have been doing, we took them (+ Aunt Dinah) out on a double date. Well, technically it was a thank you dinner…but really we just love eating out with them. It was a fantastic night!
Multiple moscow mules, deliciousness spread on toast and a bowl of mussels that I actually did dream about that night. Gilt might be one of my favorite dinner spots in the city. (And just became my go-to rec for out of town visitors)
Sat: Dave proposed. Jamie said yes. And this weekend we got to celebrate the bride to be with a proper bachelorette party! It isn’t often that I get to get dressed up in a little dress and sparkle shoes and take to the town with a big group of girls (and by “not often,” I mean… never) But that is exactly what we did.
Aberdeen Tap (a staple). Stella Barra (fantastic). Paris Club (hilarious)
The best part of the night (aside from Jamie’s dress) was the chance to spend quality time with some really awesome new and old friends. The worst part of the night came the next morning in the form of a no-joke overhang. Small price to pay to the gods of love!
(photo on the right lifted from the super lovely Ali)
Alright Monday…let’s do this thing.
"Either you run the day, or the day runs you.”