Snapshots from a Sunday
top Left, moving clockwise
Hazel’s first birthday party
not hers, obviously… it was for a friend, an older friend. He was turning 2.
She was the youngest nugget at the party by at least a year
but her granny sweater gave her an air of sophistication, don’t you think. :)
She sat and watched as her more mobile buddies ran around “little gym”
playing hard
and when it came time for lunch, she kept a close eye on things and imitated the big kids as they sat in their big kid chairs and ate their big kid pizza
She gnawed on her slice with the inefficiency of…
well, of a 4-toothed 9 month old.
Simon and I couldn’t stop laughing. She cracks us up, you know.
After the party, we ran some errands
including quick trip to the record store and a stop by the wine shop,
then came back home where Simon and Hazel took turns playing DJ.
We watched some disappointing football
(sorry pack fans - I was rooting for you)
and rested up for our big night out…
Dinner at NEXT. We knew it would be a late one.
At 6:30, we took Z through her bedtime ritual
Dinner, bath, book & bed
Marked by smells of Johnson & Johnson lotion and sounds of Hazel’s dad wrestling her into her PJ’s
She loves this time, but not possibly as much as we do
Family time.
Once she was down for the night we began our own primping.
A Bliss Face Mask, new dress from Zara & my leather/sparkle earrings…
I wanted to look pretty for our oh-my-god double date:
Dinner at Next with Nora & Mayur
Childhood, revisited (much more on our meal in just a bit).
Ms. Natalie arrived, our sent-from-the-heavens babysitter
We cashed in her insanely generous Christmas Gift…a free night of childcare
and hit the town.
(Nat, I owe you one…more like, one million!)
A quick pic in the lobby mirror on our way to the street (he cleans up well!)
Gifts in tow:
Beer for the kitchen & bubbles for a front-of-house friend who did me a very big favor (remember that Jaleo reservation - thanks Will!)
Dinner started at 8:45 on Sunday
And ended sometime after 2 am on Monday when I caught site of the clock hanging in the kitchen
Holy Shit! I cried. We knew we had to go
(work in the morning…the world’s most patient babysitter waiting for us at home)
But none of us wanted to leave.
I didn’t want the night
or day
to end.
As far as these things go, this was a pretty exceptional Sunday…
but the coolest part is that none of it, really, was all that extraordinary.
Sunday: Dear Family. Treasured Friends. Hard Play. Good Music. Great Food. & a whole lot of love!
