Wells waking us by calling out, ‘Dad! Mama! Dad!’ from his crib (first time for this)
Brioche french toast with berries at Fuel
Pompom hats (Fitz’s dates back to 1985)
A little fencing project
Storing outdoor furniture for the winter
Theo turning into a pup-sicle
Happy birthday to my two dads!
(Fitz’s dad + my dad)
YES…our dads share the exact same birthday. Same day, same year = same age. How cool is that? It was a fun discovery back when Fitz and I were dating. But what I find to be extra awesome about this situation is how close our dads have become over the years.
They have breakfast together once a week.
They double date.
They vacation together.
They speak refreshingly and enthusiastically of one another.
The night we got engaged, they went out for drinks so they could be together when they got ‘the call’ that I had accepted Fitz’s proposal.
They were the first to show up at the hospital when I went into labor with Wells (“We just couldn’t wait!”)
Did I mention that their names are Tom & Jerry? You cannot make these details up. They were simply destined for dynamic duo status.
Sure, our marriage brought their lives together, but they get all the credit for forming a dynamic, intriguing friendship that gets celebrated every year on this day.
So cheers to some of the most important men in my life. Today is YOUR day. I stand in pride for the beautiful lives you lead, for your service to our country, for the families you have raised, for your generosity of spirit, for the sound advice you lend, for the cheerful hugs and kisses, for the endless help you provide so willingly, and for the way you always pull us through our struggles and set us on our feet. Every step of the way you have been our fathers and our friends.
Tom & Jerry, every day I love you.
Happy birthday from me (and us).
P.S. My dad is notorious for not being much of a sweets person, but he adores SKOR bars. So every year, for as long as I can remember, I have given him one…or two. :)
A perfect party featuring the aforementioned Caesar, homemade pasta, roasted pork tenderloin with pears + shallots + thyme, a surprise second round of guests, and a buttercream birthday cake.
(with food, yes, but love as well)
The Nicest of Nice: Thank you, Mom-and-Dad-in-law
Last weekend I let my anxiety run wild over the fact that we’re having a boatload of family members for Thanksgiving and that I need to nab some extra place settings because who in their right mind has 20+ place settings?! (When registering for my wedding, I thought 12 was overkill)
And then big white boxes arrived on my doorstep. The kind with giant block lettering. The kind that had Fitz narrowing his eyes and asking, "What are these?" in an accusatory tone, as if I had secretly purchased the entire store’s festive Fall goods and hoped he hadn’t noticed.
They were gifts. Early Christmas gifts from ‘Early Santa’ as the card noted. WHAAAA?!
How nice is that? How cool are my in-laws? This gesture is kind + lovely + thoughtful + generous all wrapped into one.
Feeling extra grateful and hoping to pay this kindness forward.
I am one tired girl.
But I still dragged myself outta bed, downed two cups of coffee, got my church on, nibbled an okay brunch (slow service, blah food), and snuck a glance at the recently concluded Highwood Pumpkin Fest.
It is quite the sight- Halloween on steroids! 32,000 carved and lit jack-o-lanterns stacked multiple stories high. Wells is obsessed with pumpkins these days (he calls them ‘bup-bups’) so viewing so many all at once pretty much made his life.
Fast forward to my warm house: I tossed on my cozy clothes, nestled Wells in his crib for a nap, and caught the 2nd quarter of the Bears game. Here’s hoping I can sneak in some sleep while Fitz works on a case study for class.
Happy Sunday to you and yours.
Friday was for running from here to there. Returning that Brobee Halloween costume because the hat was way too small and the ‘fur’ was way too awful. Sipping that Pumpkin Spice Latte with soy because I am shamefully addicted. Nabbing a desk for Wells at Goodwill for $5, and then finding out it retails for $200 (SCORE). Early bedtime because it felt right.
"I’m in town for a wedding and had a change up in itinerary. I know it’s last minute…are you able to meet for early lunch?" - the text that came through at 7:35am, Saturday.
I’ve learned by now that when an out-of-town friend comes in town, you scrap all plans, throw yourself together, and GO. And that’s just what I did. Skinny jeans, navy striped tee, leopard flats, and a messy bun hopefully fooled everyone into thinking that I actually showered (I didn’t). But I didn’t care. Chatting over omelettes and shrimp-n-grits at Little Goat while Wells colored was the most unexpected gift in this weekend. There is something so pure about introducing your child to a friend you hold dear.
Today my belly is full of turkey pumpkin chili, and my heart is full of joy for exhausted marathoners. My legs are tired from a long bike ride. My senses are engaged from some unbelievable football games (Tom Brady, I tip my hat to you). My smile is genuine because Wells loved his new toothbrush and that’s completely random but still awesome.
I’m a planner and I like planning. But sometimes it’s nice to skip all that and just focus on living and doing.
This morning we’re all about thick cut bacon and grinding the El Salvador coffee beans we nabbed at Crema in Nashville. ESPN’s Game Day is set up a mere 10 minutes from my house and is providing endless laughs and chuckles for our viewing pleasure.
This morning we relax as a family in pajamas.
This afternoon we turn up the dial and get fancy. A family wedding is on deck! Time to slip into high heels and use all of my makeup brushes. Plans are to overthink what to wear (this weather!) and smile a lot at the thought of my new cousin (she is SO great).
This evening we revel in the fun as a couple. Can’t wait.
How cool is Tumblr? VERY.
This morning I got to celebrate the amazing news that Keshia and Lisa both passed the bar- I mean, this is STUPENDOUS. Huge. Awesome. Hugely awesome. Congrats ladies!
I was able to ooh and ahh over ethereal floral photography, and was transported to Italy via Conde Nast Traveler. That giant-ass duck still gives me pangs of joy. I don’t miss my magazine subscriptions because Elle is right there, showing me all the looks of Paris Fashion Week. Chicago is well-represented throughout, a factor that never gets old. I love this city, I love its people.
Last but not least…the fantastic faces that make up my blogroll are tremendously beautiful, just stunning. Really intelligent, kick-ass women and sharp-as-a-tack dudes that I admire a great deal. I’m thrilled to see family and friends join in on the Tumblr fun, and each day it seems I find a new blog that has me scrambling to click on that ‘Follow’ tab.
Through scrolling I am intrigued, inspired, and engaged. It’s true- I love my dash.
Coffee helped keep me alert while driving to the doctor’s office.
Starbucks helped by having a drive-thru.
My dad helped by just showing up (parents are rad like that).
Wells’ long nap helped me rest and relax.
Fitz helped by saying,’What can I do?’
Miso soup helped soothe my scratchy throat.
How I Met Your Mother helped by bringing the lulz.
My couch helped by existing.
Tumblr helped me smile amidst the sniffles and congestion.
Many thanks for the super nice get-well wishes. I’m a bit out of sorts but I’m on the mend!