Bo's Maine Debut

Bo, 2016

Bo seemed pretty glad to be along for the ride in Maine this weekend, his first time there. What a sweet little lion tamer.

Kick-off

Maine, 2016

Exhale! Getting a taste of summer to come in Maine this holiday weekend. There's a fire in the fireplace and some red wine in my glass, with lots of friends about.

I think we might just survive the summer....

Stage Debut

Williamsburg, 2016

Axel's class put on a little play for the parents' breakfast at school this morning. It was an adaptation of the book King Arthur's Very Great Grandson and Axel was a leviathan. Ack! I can hardly handle the cuteness, especially the program with 'cast bios'.

Bo: Five (and a half) Months Old

Williamsburg, 2016

I couldn't resist these photos of Bo at not-quite-six-months-old. Handsome little imp.

Weekend

Williamsburg, 2016

Bandaids, bagels at Frankel's, and we braved Ikea too. Will and I capped it off with a show under the Brooklyn bridge care of St. Ann's Warehouse, in a bid to do "more New York-y stuff."

Lately

New York, 2016

Feeling a little foggy over here. Am glad I keep taking pictures so that one day I will look back and think, 'Oh, hey, that was a breeze!'.

Weekend

Williamsburg, 2016

Well this just about sums up life these days! This picture is so very Oscar and I laugh every time I look at it.

Bo: Five Months Old

Bo, 2016

Bo, at five months old, is such a little dream baby. Nights are getting somewhat easier and he loves to chat, laugh at his brothers, and bobble his head around. He has the sweetest demeanor and barely any hair to speak of.

Here's a look back at Oscar and Axel at the same age.

Hometown

Washington, D.C., 2016

We took the troops back to D.C. for my reunion weekend, which was both surreal and happy.

Seeing how lush and green the city is brought back a lot of memories: the flower boxes, magnolia trees, honeysuckle bushes, and dogwood trees; the buttercups growing up out of traffic islands and the winding old trees overhead. Plus a the feeling that the city is about this close to reverting to its semi-tropical original state, civilization be darned.

We drove around Capitol Hill, Palisades, and plenty of old haunts (which all seem to have been spruced up and have a little bit of a Brooklyn vibe, somehow.) It struck me both how beautiful the city was and how fortunate I was to grow up there. There's something about the light in Washington that's hard to describe: big moody thunderstorms followed by this kind of Southern, golden, dappled glow that hits all the buildings in a certain way.

I know some people cringe when they think of high school (ha, and there were moments), but I was reassured to see so many lovely people, many I am lucky enough to see on a regular basis. I sent them an e-mail last night when we got home saying that I am grateful I was sensible enough at the age of fourteen to have found them all.

Of course, taking the kids there was a wrangle. We charged through the Air and Space Museum in the rain, and spent a lot of time in the car doing loops of a familiar-feeling city in the hopes that someone would take a nap.

My attention span is so shot I barely really talked to anyone, but I am glad to have seen them nonetheless.

And then we drove back home, Ozzy shouting "NEW ORK" as soon as we saw the skyline.