 |
| Williamsburg, 2013 |
A few scenes from the neighborhood as it comes back to life for spring.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
11211 Love
A few scenes from the neighborhood as it comes back to life for spring.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
In the Air
 |
| Williamsburg, 2013 |
Williamsburg was thronged this weekend, and even though it's still only in the 50s, we've joined in the fray and have been spending a good bit of time outside. Today we are recovering from the excitement with errands indoors.
Axel, meanwhile, pulled himself up to standing for the first time today; naps have been a challenge because all he wants to do is practice his new tricks in his crib. When he is awake multitasking is pretty impossible. Wish us luck!
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Eight Months Old
 |
| Axel, 2013 |
Axel turned eight months old today. He celebrated with a hunk of baguette!
Seven Months Old
Six Months Old
Five Months Old
Four Months Old
Three Months Old
Two Months Old
One Month Old
Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
In Other News...
 |
| via The Neo Traditionalist |
Eloise Has Moved to Brooklyn. Naturally. Note the Wythe Hotel sign in the top right corner.
Wonderplanet
 |
| Williamsburg, 2013 |
A really funny satire on the peculiarities of the mommy blogosphere in the New Yorker this week. Paul Rudnick writes about a pseudo-fictitious mommy blogger named Jyll Cimmaron Stelton whose life mission statement goes something like this:
"I believe that childhood is a brief, perfect state of being, and so I’ve tried to enclose my family in a shimmering sphere of enchantment, a realm that I call WonderPlanet, right here in our Park Slope brownstone. On WonderPlanet, anything is possible, as long as everyone loves one another and Goldman Sachs comes through with Daddy’s Easter bonus."
My favorite part of it nods to that Retro Wife story in New York a few weeks back:
"Most of our days, however, are spent dressing up in hand-embroidered Swedish linen smocks, tulle tutus, and velvet tunics, and fashioning dance/performance pieces illustrating what I like to call “Ye Enchantable Historye of WonderPlanet.” Yesterday, when some neighboring children came over, Nebula chose to play the Darkling Shrew, a mother who neglects her children by selfishly pursuing a life of social work and city planning. The other children all played positive emanations, including Kindness, Quiet Time, and Really Listening. They surrounded the Darkling Shrew and punched her until she promised to quit her job and devote more time to Instagramming photos of them touching oversized soap bubbles."
Yeah, apparently I'm not the only one who thinks all of this glowy maternal perfection has gone haywire.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
