Archive | July, 2015
Sunday, 19 July 2015

Daily Pics: Play Date Crush

A scorching Sunday. Perfect for an early morning play date and splash at the local playground. Baby Boy O met up with his usual crew, along with Miss M and Master Z. I brought coffee, cake and a bubble machine. Everyone was amply entertained. Baby Boy O and Miss M have a mutual adoration pact in full swing – a bonafide play date crush. A welcome day before the weight of work returns tomorrow. A half day, toe dip back into the shark tank. To bed early we go.

 

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Perfect breeding ground for this clinical study

 
Water play

Loves the water

 
Baby boy o with miss m

Loves Miss M too

 

Grey dress

Back to school

 

Monday, 6 July 2015

Daily Pics: IKEA Torture

They say one person's heaven is another's hell. I love assembling furniture, playing with power tools and McGyvering a fix. So today was four hours well spent, resulting in a six-dresser drawer. English Hubby however prefers white collar labor, his tools of trade include a keyboard and mouse. His only consolation is that the flat pack didn't contain a gazillion pieces and take eight hours to assemble like our last foray with a desk. You can see who has the callouses in this family!

 

IKEA furniture

Laying it all out

 

IKEA furniture

Strutting our stuff

 

English hubby with IKEA furniture

Man at work

 

English hubby with IKEA furniture

Earning his keep

 

Trapped in a corner

No way out

 

English hubby with power tool

Power (tool) has gone to his head

 

 

Sunday, 5 July 2015

Daily Pics: Playground Sunday

Baby Boy O has a fascination with roadwork, fueled by his favorite book and the abundance of construction in our neighborhood. Which is why I couldn't resist adding a digger, dump truck and bulldozer to his already abundant collection of toys. Falling head first into the modern day parenting trap. Too. Much. Stuff.

 

Cat trucks

A boy and his toys

 
 
Trucks

Learning to share

 

 
 
Baby boy o eating

And he's eating...again

 
Man and clock

What's the time?...

 
Hammer

...Hammer time

 

 

Sunday, 5 July 2015

Daily Pics: Playground Sunday

Baby Boy O has a fascination with roadwork, fueled by his favorite book and the abundance of construction in our neighborhood. Which is why I couldn't resist adding a digger, dump truck and bulldozer to his already abundant collection of toys. Falling head first into the modern day parenting trap. Too. Much. Stuff.

 

Cat trucks

A boy and his toys

 
 
Trucks

Learning to share

 

 

Baby boy o eating

And he's eating...again

 
Man and clock

What's the time?...

 
Hammer

...Hammer time

 

 

Saturday, 4 July 2015

Daily Pics: May The Fourth Be With You, English Hubby

It's English Hubby's birthday today. Fireworks have been arranged and everyone gets the day off to celebrate. Birthdays are special. What comes to mind is Sheryl Sandberg's beautiful and tearfully honest Facebook post:

“I have learned gratitude. Real gratitude for the things I took for granted before – like life. As heartbroken as I am, I look at my children each day and rejoice that they are alive. I appreciate every smile, every hug. I no longer take each day for granted. When a friend told me that he hates birthdays and so he was not celebrating his, I looked at him and said through tears, “Celebrate your birthday, goddammit. You are lucky to have each one.””

We spent the day together, really together. Family snuggles, cards and presents in bed, a walk to our new neighborhood breakfast place, an aborted trip to the Intrepid Museum and the High Line, naps at home, cream frosted carrot cake, fried chicken, giggles, cuddles, kisses and more. A befitting way to celebrate the birthday of the most amazing man I have ever met.

 

Birthday cards

My H.H.

 

Baby giving card to dad

Who's your daddy?!

 

Lemsip

Lots of thoughtful presents

 

Baby cuddling daddy

Birthday cuddles - not sure who's enjoying them more!

 

Baby playing with spoons

Experimenting with spoons

 

Birthday cake

Someone's eyeing the cake

 

Connect the dots

It's all about the journey