this past saturday, we hopped in the car to go to the city. i feel like i see less of the city in the summertime than i do during fall, winter, or spring. we’re always doing other things during the summer and heading into a city just feels extra hot? more stifling than refreshing? a lesser good option compared to the beaches or lakes that are a short drive from where we live. but, boston actually has some good options for cooling off in the summertime like the frog pond and my always-favorite greenway fountains. plus the public gardens is still in full bloom and it’d be a shame to miss it. since we had to go to warby parker anyway (new glasses for steve!), we decided to park once and do the frog pond instead of the fountains this time.
These two before we got ice cream last week. Could not get Anders to sit still for a picture. My expectations were far too high! I love it anyway. Also love these shorts of Parker’s – they’re pull on–which I think is always nice for kids–but you wouldn’t know it once they’re on. Also, I hope you know to never shop full-price at Gap because basically every single day there is a new coupon code going on? Today’s is TGIF! Anyway, thank you for the feedback on the site so far, and please tell me if you see any more weird glitches! (I don’t see any of them on my end – it’s working perfectly! – so I want to know what you see!)
Oh! I updated this big travel post to reflect the car seat question since that was a big one (and really, belonged with that post).
If this is anything like Animalium, it’s going to be great.
Spice up your water this summer (the fruit cooler is most up my alley).
This tear-jerker video about a little baby and the Finding Nemo creator.
On the whole jean shorts thing… these! Priced right too.
Summer TV! (I want to watch the OJ series.)
Did you know J.Crew offers free shipping and returns on all bathing suits? (No minimums.) I love that. This is a great one.
Have a great weekend!
this was a sort of whirlwind week, or few weeks. it feels like at the end of the year (the scholastic year, that is), we’re like a ball rolling–nay, careening!–down a hill, picking up speed, never mind dust and dirt, to finally land–kerplunk! (that’s a nod to a summer favorite: robert mccloskey)–into the pond at the bottom of the hill. or, in this case, summer.
sweet, sweet summer.
it was 7:10 am. “steve!” i yelled up. “i haven’t seen lindsey yet!” sure enough, she overslept her alarm (by a mere two hours as she’d set it for 5 am; i have a similar story from my own youth), and upon hearing his voice yelling up to her, popped out of bed, threw clothes on, her hair up, jumped in the car to be raced down the street to school one last time. i get a call as i’m driving towards home, “i forgot my clarinet!”
then we’re back for her graduation ceremony an hour later, before racing on to parker’s last day show and ceremony. by some magical stroke of luck, there was a boy selling coffee on the side of the road (what an impressive little entrepeneur. coffee! he was out there by 7 am and had both iced and hot.) and i stopped. “iced please!” he put just enough cream in it, and off i went enjoying my good fortune. anders fell asleep in the backseat before i took the last sip.
lindsey is less emotional than the majority of her friends as she moves onto the high school. (high school! she’s going to be a freshman!) i think this is mostly cause she’s a cool cat. because, of course, all of these girls are pretty much moving on… together. but i get it, too. was i one of the ones who weeped as she graduated 8th grade? i can’t recall. but i’d like to think i wasn’t.
to parker’s school we ventured next. his little class put on a brief and ridiculously sweet show. my timid, doesn’t-want-all-eyes-on-him-ever boy stood up and had a short part in which he spoke in front of all the parents. i was so proud of him. i’ve already watched the video back about five times. then all the families found a spot outside and sat on blankets brought from home to go through our child’s portfolio together. i loved looking through all of his work, but even more sweet was the way he kept looking at me as he flipped through the pages. it was such concentrated eye contact, with a look of pride on his face, waiting to see my reaction as he turned each one.
it was sunny, then it was cloudy, then it poured, and now the sun is out again. it’s a bit analogous for my mood today. so much pride and joy for these kids of mine, and yet there’s that bit of sadness that time marches on to the beat of its own drum, never in synch with my own. it won’t stop, so i’m learning how to march alongside it, or at least close behind.
hm. sitting here trying to come up with something to write for a blog post but really all i want to write is JON SNOW IS THE GREATEST MAN WHO HAS EVER LIVED. (i went on, sort of at length, about last night’s episode on my snapchat and now i’m going to talk more about it here? are you for real, bridge?)
should i get a life? or… is this actually the pinnacle?
hi all! my blog is up and running (not without a few glitchy things, hopefully to be ironed out by the end of the week!) at which point i’ll direct you to all of my favorite things about the new site. BUT, in the meantime, a video. us lately. these little things i don’t want to forget. i took a bunch of videos like this last winter and then did nothing with them. when i actually put them together in video form, it makes me the happiest. the kids love watching them too.
(and note: lindsey is missing in this video because she’s been at sleepovers/with friends/watching lost (oh yeah; steve got her and william totally sucked in) lately. all fun for her, but i want her in some video!! next one… she’s almost through lost!)
Leonardo DiCaprio’s Malibu house. I wish it were mine.
Today’s teens are actually better than “the good, ‘ol days.” Update: Steve says he’s pretty sure the research is flawed because they’re just all too busy on their computers or phones to get into any trouble.
How they got their guns: a history of how mass shooters obtained their weapons.
Six no-bake cookies. Sweet without running an oven! Perfect for summer.
Any weddings to go to this summer? This dress is the prettiest.
Being a John Hughes’ movie fan (Pretty in Pink forever!), I liked this interview with Molly Ringwald.
Three-ingredient salsa. Do you make your own? I don’t, but I want to try this.
Have a good weekend!
steve and i get so little alone time, even at home. with kids of all ages and two who stay up as late as we do (and, often later), it’s scarce. add to that, i am, self-admittedly, not the best at being a mother of young children (particularly the still-nursing variety) and being a wife. i sort of pour myself into babies, and there’s not that much left of me to be a wife. i’m ever aware that the precious baby-stage is all too fleeting and that’s part of my justifying it, i think. and, when i’m a not-so-attentive wife the guilt isn’t nearly as thick as when i’m a not-so-attentive mother. i suffer from mom-guilt of the worst kind! but it’s not either or! it’s not this or that! i think there are ways of being good at both. (will i ever find the happy balance, though?!) i do find that around their first birthday i come out of the hormonal want-to-be-attached-to-my-baby-all-hours-of-the-day fog and think, “oh! that sweet husband of mine! there he is!” bless him, steve is so patient. he remembers it similarly with shannon too, so this is his sixth time around. and even so, he’s still there, hanging out, waiting until a date night is thrown his way with the promise of more and of having a wife again. it sounds a little sad, doesn’t it? so, we’ve been going out more lately. even short dates, sometimes, after the kids are in bed and that last only an hour where we get a fancy drink and an appetizer before heading home. either way, it’s really nice. we just went out on friday night, and got to have cocktails and the most delicious dinner (see that fried chicken? it was unreal and i’m still thinking about it.) and walk along the water at sunset, a time when i’m almost always at home or in my backyard without a good view. it was beautiful. sitting across from steve and steve alone and talking about plans, memories, the kids (of course), what-would-you-do-with-a-million-dollars (no? only us?). raising children sort of trumps everything, doesn’t it? it’ll take everything you’ve got if you let it. but when i make us a priority, i’m always so happy be reminded of how much i like that husband of mine. i also like being reminded that we’re not just coparents, roommates, ships passing in the night, but that we actually picked each other almost ten years ago. and hey, i’d pick him again.
24 things women over 30 should wear. (Lol. And language alert!)
Now these are fun leggings.
You’ve probably seen it already, but if not: the Stanford victim’s letter. Really powerful (and long, so read when you have ample time!).
The Minimalists’ favorite podcasts. I sort of want to listen to the Alec Baldwin one. Do you listen to podcasts? Do you have favorites? I never do!
Have a good weekend!