My dad passed away this morning, so we are in Vermont helping with arrangements and just being together. His death wasn't unexpected, but it was certainly sooner than we all would have liked. But even among the tears, you can't keep a silly girl down. This picture from lunch today makes me smile. A lot.
We left the kids with Mommom and Poppop to sneak away for a couple child-free hours. Of course we went back to our favorite waterfront restaurant for more grilled artichokes, followed by "The Grand Budapest Hotel." Dinner and a movie and still home by 9:30. We are rock stars.
Someone just got to enjoy a two-hour lunch on the verandah at Houston's. Grilled artichokes, you complete me. The kids loved watching boats pass through the drawbridge, and Gabe devoured some fried grouper. 'Atta boy. It was such a civilized, lovely lunch. Who are these kids and what have they done with my children?
Our little friend Penn had his birthday party this past weekend at the Greenburgh Nature Center. Thanks to his mom for sending this picture of the kids getting much closer to a snake than I would want to.
Look who's super excited about her new bedroom furniture! We scored a whole Pottery Barn bedroom set off Craigslist a few weeks ago, and Todd and Brian put it all together this weekend. Now we just need to paint and hang some pictures on the wall. It finally doesn't look like Ellie and Gabe sleep in a 19th century flophouse!
Of course, with order in one room, comes complete chaos in another. The soon-to-be nursery is making me break out into hives. We've got a long way to go...
Today you turn three. How is that even possible? I woke up early and came downstairs to sip some coffee before the madness starts. You're going to help me make your cake in a couple of hours. A dinosaur cake, as you insist. It's going to be messy, and you're going to want to stir the batter for hours. That, and ask if you can lick the bowl every 10 seconds. Your sense of time could use some work.
You're a joy and a terror, as only a three-year-old can be. You frequently tell me you love me, but just as often imperiously tell me you're not going to play with me anymore. You love your sister and will obligingly pretend to be her kitty whenever she asks, meowing and crawling around the house driving the real cat mad. This year is going to rock your world as you learn how to be a big brother, and I know you're not going to love every minute of it. But I'll love you enough to make up the difference.
Is there anything cuter than a bunch of 4-year-olds at dance class?
The class is only 45 minutes long, so Gabe and I generally hang out in the hallway, making a mess with the water fountain and generally being a nuisance. But sometimes he lets me linger by the window to the studio...and watching the class just about kills me.