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Felix is finding her words.  Learning what it takes to be part of a conversation…and the shapes her mouth must make to express herself in a way that others can understand.  She speaks mostly in first syllables - butt(on), pock(et), pan(cake)…and she sings the “clean up time” song when putting things away.  Yesterday, she marched down the hall, imitating Hazel’s rendition of One Day More.  We all laughed hard.  Language explosion has been my favorite of the developmental milestones.  
Hazel is suddenly on a mission to learn how to read.  It is alphabet-mania in our home.  She wants to know what sound every single letter on every single sign makes.  The notebook next to her bed is filled with pencil scribbles and H’s (her favorite of all the letters) - She takes notes by flashlight.  And Last night when I went in to check on her, I found her laying on a bed she had made out of books.  That girl is nothing if not committed.   
Simon brought home a huge dry erase board from his office earlier this week…they were cleaning out old supplies or something, and let him have it.  When he came walking through the door, the smile on his face suggested he was fully aware that he was about to give our girls the single best present they had ever received.  The smile on their face suggested he was right.  Dry Erase Board > Puppy
And me?  Life has been hectic on the work front, but this little group is my everything.  There is nothing in the world that makes me feel as  steady, as happy as a full Saturday/Sunday with Simon & the kids.   We love being together…I love learning who we are as a family.  And on Monday morning the MISS starts all over again.

microupdates & attempted family photo

Felix is finding her words.  Learning what it takes to be part of a conversation…and the shapes her mouth must make to express herself in a way that others can understand.  She speaks mostly in first syllables - butt(on), pock(et), pan(cake)…and she sings the “clean up time” song when putting things away.  Yesterday, she marched down the hall, imitating Hazel’s rendition of One Day More.  We all laughed hard.  Language explosion has been my favorite of the developmental milestones.  

Hazel is suddenly on a mission to learn how to read.  It is alphabet-mania in our home.  She wants to know what sound every single letter on every single sign makes.  The notebook next to her bed is filled with pencil scribbles and H’s (her favorite of all the letters) - She takes notes by flashlight.  And Last night when I went in to check on her, I found her laying on a bed she had made out of books.  That girl is nothing if not committed.   

Simon brought home a huge dry erase board from his office earlier this week…they were cleaning out old supplies or something, and let him have it.  When he came walking through the door, the smile on his face suggested he was fully aware that he was about to give our girls the single best present they had ever received.  The smile on their face suggested he was right.  Dry Erase Board > Puppy

And me?  Life has been hectic on the work front, but this little group is my everything.  There is nothing in the world that makes me feel as  steady, as happy as a full Saturday/Sunday with Simon & the kids.   We love being together…I love learning who we are as a family.  And on Monday morning the MISS starts all over again.

Sisters.Today El & Dan hosted a Baby Shower grill-out for our friends, Sally & Jesse.  What a wonderful reason to come together!
The girls ate sugar on a stickand I shotgunned a beer.It was a blast! :)

Sisters.
Today El & Dan hosted a Baby Shower grill-out for our friends, Sally & Jesse.  What a wonderful reason to come together!

The girls ate sugar on a stick
and I shotgunned a beer.
It was a blast! :)

Last quarter pulverized me.This one hasn’t relented.
I am doing my best to channel my inner rockyBut, I’ve gotta be honest:  These stairs are daunting.
The load I am carrying at work right now is heavy  (for me. I respect that it is nothing compared to what so many have to shoulder).  I’m learning that resilience is much easier in concept than in practice…
But if I want to change things, I have to believe I can.  And so, from my mouth to your ears: tomorrow is the day I brush myself off and get down to the business of growth (who’s with me?)

Last quarter pulverized me.
This one hasn’t relented.

I am doing my best to channel my inner rocky
But, I’ve gotta be honest:  These stairs are daunting.

The load I am carrying at work right now is heavy  
(for me. I respect that it is nothing compared to what so many have to shoulder).  I’m 
learning that resilience is much easier in concept than in practice…

But if I want to change things, I have to believe I can.  And so, from my mouth to your ears: tomorrow is the day I brush myself off and get down to the business of growth (who’s with me?)

I needed to hear this quote today.  The fact that it was delivered with a photo of Hazel in the treetops* was purely gravy.
*probably worth noting, this tree had no trunk - z was only about 12 inches off the ground :)
joyofthedayphoto:

Z+Fee WednesdayBelieve you can and you’re halfway there.-Theodore Roosevelt

I needed to hear this quote today.  The fact that it was delivered with a photo of Hazel in the treetops* was purely gravy.

*probably worth noting, this tree had no trunk - z was only about 12 inches off the ground :)

joyofthedayphoto:

Z+Fee Wednesday

Believe you can and you’re halfway there.
-Theodore Roosevelt

Freddy Mercury, hazel’s goldfish died this week. Poor guy. She pulled me into her bathroom this morning and pointed out that she had rearranged the decals (that were on the wall when we moved in).  

"Look! They are swimming up to fish heaven to say Gbye to Freddy!" 🐟💛

Freddy Mercury, hazel’s goldfish died this week. Poor guy. She pulled me into her bathroom this morning and pointed out that she had rearranged the decals (that were on the wall when we moved in).

"Look! They are swimming up to fish heaven to say Gbye to Freddy!" 🐟💛

today

Today was a supremely shitty day.  Work stuff.

But my people were….like, everything I could have hoped for in a support system.  

A headwind blew at work.  My team immediately activated - energy focused on getting to yes.  It’s so helpful to have people, by your side, pulling.

Then a vertical-wide happy hour to mark the end of quarterly planning.  A pair of margarita-type drinks, and a conversation with my work-girls about our careers.  Development plans are due at the end of the week…so we are all wrestling with defining 5,10,20 yr goals.   We talked about the parts of our jobs that didn’t feel like work….and used that as inspiration for career arcs. It was such a good talk.

Home to the family.
There was a bouquet of roses on the counter.  And Simon had the iron waffle all fired up.  It was breakfast for dinner night.  God I love him.

He kissed me as I walked in.  And when he asked if I was alright, he meant it.   The disappointing news from my day, weighed on his shoulders (our wins, and losses, are shared).

Hazel put up a royal fight at bedtime.  (Yeah, we are in that phase.)After some advanced negotiation, we agreed on one story and one song before she retired for the night.

Simon & I sang Edelweiss.  Totally nailed it.
And then he kneeled down by the side of her bed and told her a story.  (The one when he was 5 and uncle Andrew was 2 and they knocked the car out of park and rolled down a hill…Grandma H chased the car and jumped in, saving the day.)

I stood outside her door, listening.  
For the first time all day, the pounding in my head lulled. 
Comfort.

I am so thankful for them, for my family…
For the people who make bad days better.

My dad taught me about love…and just how far it stretches.
He taught me about running really long distances and skiing on your edges.  He taught me about the inner-ear and compounding interest and the best Italian Ice stand in the city.  He also taught me just how many carnival tickets it takes to win his granddaughters prizes in the Frog Bog game.
He taught me the 3 rules:  Work Hard.  Be Sweet.  Do Your Best.
Related: He taught me about hard workand extra effortand drive.
He taught me that if you love your partner, conversation can flow for a lifetime.    And he taught me that family comes first, always.  What a wonderful thing for a father to teach his Children.
Dad, I love you from the bottom of my heart.  Happy Father’s Day.xo, emmy

My dad taught me about love…
and just how far it stretches.

He taught me about running really long distances and skiing on your edges.  He taught me about the inner-ear and compounding interest and the best Italian Ice stand in the city.  He also taught me just how many carnival tickets it takes to win his granddaughters prizes in the Frog Bog game.

He taught me the 3 rules:  Work Hard.  Be Sweet.  Do Your Best.

Related: He taught me about hard work
and extra effort
and drive.

He taught me that if you love your partner, conversation can flow for a lifetime.    And he taught me that family comes first, always.  What a wonderful thing for a father to teach his Children.


Dad, I love you from the bottom of my heart.  Happy Father’s Day.
xo, emmy

This is one of my favorite pictures.  It captures things…
His warmth.  His easiness.  His I’ve-got-my-girls-ness.The way that just being near him makes things better, for all of us.And the way he fits so naturally into the role of dad (his years as a teacher, serve him daily)
But there is no way this could ever capture how much I love my guy. Happy Father’s day, Simon.  Yours is such a great hand to hold.

This is one of my favorite pictures.  It captures things…

His warmth.  His easiness.  His I’ve-got-my-girls-ness.
The way that just being near him makes things better, for all of us.
And the way he fits so naturally into the role of dad (his years as a teacher, serve him daily)

But there is no way this could ever capture how much I love my guy. Happy Father’s day, Simon.  Yours is such a great hand to hold.

Happy 80th to my beautiful, Mimi!
A working mother to 7 kids (6 boys) - my grandmother is an example of strength.  On days when I feel overwhelmed by the things on my plate, I often think of her… think of the sheer amount of effort and love my Mimi put into her family.  
Being a part of a big close Italian family is on of my life’s greatest joys.  Mimi, thank you.  You have made so many lives happy, by just being you.
We love you so much.xo, em

Happy 80th to my beautiful, Mimi!

A working mother to 7 kids (6 boys) - my grandmother is an example of strength.  On days when I feel overwhelmed by the things on my plate, I often think of her… think of the sheer amount of effort and love my Mimi put into her family.  

Being a part of a big close Italian family is on of my life’s greatest joys.  Mimi, thank you.  You have made so many lives happy, by just being you.

We love you so much.
xo, em