Photo A Day

Hi!  We moved!  And it was awesome, and terrifying, and amazing, and exhausting, and hopefully someday soon I'll get my act together to write about it and show pictures and all that stuff.

But this post isn't about that.  This post is about a little project I'm doing just for me.  Sara sent me a link to a project called "Photo A Day," which is kind of exactly what it sounds like.  You're provided with a list of prompts, and take a photo.  It's actually a social media thing, where you can send your daily pictures to instagram, facebook, the CIA, etc...but I think I'll just post them here.  I've been feeling badly lately that I've been ignoring my camera, and this is just the sort of fun, easy project I can handle right now.  So yay! 

If you're interested, here are the prompts:

http://www.fatmumslim.com.au/2012/05/photo-day-june-challenge-list.html

Hope you enjoy a month's worth of random photos....and we'll see if I actually make it to July!

Mothers Day Weekend

Whoa.  It's Friday already?  And I still haven't posted pictures from Mothers Day?  Aw, crap.

I actually had an amazing weekend.  Saturday, I took Elle on my own to the Museum of Natural History to go see a children's theater piece that had been created by an old, dear friend from high school.  I'm going to pretend the 45 minute SCREAMING fit didn't happen, and focus on how incredible it was to hold Ellie on my lap while she's ooohing and aaahing at her first show, that happened to have been created by one of my oldest friends - one of the people I first discovered the theater with.  I won't lie. I totally teared up.  It was incredible.  It was also super awesome to see Linda, and hopefully I'll be doing a lot more of it in the future.

Then Sunday was Mothers Day and Bri really went above and beyond.  We held a picnic open house in the park, my absolute favorite thing to do.

Gabe and Baby Caroline.

Ellie was more interested in dad's cracker than posing.

Baby Caroline and Sara.

Ellie and Leilia.  This just kills me.

And then, to prove the adults got some love, too: Uncle Todd giving Andre a bear hug when he arrived, straight from the airport.  That's commitment.

Thanks

I want to thank you guys for your awesomely supportive texts, emails, and phone calls yesterday.  You all really helped me keep things in perspective.  And now, time for a bathtub smooch!

Last Times

I'm becoming increasingly maudlin about our impending move from Brooklyn.  Every time we do, well, just about anything, I'm thinking about how this may be the LAST TIME we do this, and how nothing could ever be as cool as this, and how basically our lives are over.  Intellectually, I know this is not true.  The other day I was mourning the loss of our little backyard patio when Brian quite rightly pointed out that we are upgrading to a patio three times as large, just as private, and much better appointed for entertaining, and that there really is no reason for me to miss our current backyard.  I get this, I really do.  But emotions, how you wreak havoc on me.

The above picture is from the LAST TIME we'll have lunch at Bar Toto.  It's our neighborhood go-to joint.  Just as good for brunch with the kids as it is for a couple glasses of wine at the bar with some girlfriends. (Hi Bess!  Hi Sara!)  The food isn't mindblowingly amazing, but it's comfortable and classic and they never give me the hairy eye-ball for walking in with a double stroller.  It's actually where I took myself for lunch the day I found out I was pregnant with Ellie.  And that was the best damned burger and fries I ever ate.

I said to Brian last night that I feel "un-moored," and I think it's an apt description.  Losing my routines, without knowing what yet will replace them is a very uncomfortable place for me to be.  Whenever we talk about moving to Ellie I make sure to tell her that we're bringing everything in the apartment.  And that Gabe, and Daddy, and Sophie the Cat are all coming.  And I think it's good for me to remember that, too.  The places may change, but the family's the same.  And together we'll build new routines, make new friends, and find a new go-to neighborhood restaurant.

Today

Today is the day that Ellie played in the backyard by herself for the very first time.  She's probably been old enough to chill by herself for awhile, but frankly, our space is so small that we're never more than 3 feet away from each other.  In the "big house" we'll be able to sprawl out and ignore each other for hours if we want to.  It's going to be so weird.

Gabe Part II

Also, sometimes?  He eats feet.

Mr. Blue Eyes

Gabey is 14 months old now, and is turning into such a fun, happy, little guy. He's super close to walking, thinks slides and swings are the best, and screams his head off whenever his sister steals his toy.  He's a rock star in the making, and I'm so blessed to be able to watch him grow.

ABC's

Like any good rock star, Elle knows:  if you forget the words, distract the audience with some killer dance moves!

Move Update

Just a heads up, 15 days until our estimated closing date.  24 days until we plan to move.  Approximately 5 hours until I lose my mind.

Of course, when dealing with purchasing a house all of this is subject to change.  But there's a new girl moving into our apartment on June 1st, so here's hoping I don't have to alert the post office that my new address is "Volvo SUV.  Corner of 5th Street and 4th Avenue."

On an exciting note, we just found out that the sellers have a piano they're interested in selling to us.  No details yet, but damn, I'd be psyched if that can work out.

Bath Time

Drawing a bubble bath and pouring yourself a glass of wine used to mean something completely different...

But still, this is kind of awesome.