Putting on pants is quite the undertaking, I've learned through raising a toddler Ever Knight. The problem is in the pockets, he informed me this morning. You see, Ever is quite independent lately and underwear is exclusively his thing. But that kid, he's notorious for having his undies on backwards. I must admit, seeing his cute little buns in backward undies is enough to make me never teach him, but after a few comments lately from friends and nursery leaders I decided it was time. It is time! So for the last few days I've reminded him (a gatrillion times) that the pocket goes in the front, but it seems that's easier said than done for good ole Everett Knight. He'd put those undies on after a trip to the Lou and then we'd spend the next 30 minutes re-putting them on, as if re-putting is even a word ;) This has gone on for days, with seemingly little progress, until this morning when he came out to show me "dat I'm weawy big now" because shoot darn heck those undies were on just right. We cheered and danced and made a pretty big deal out of this new achievement. Feeling like a pretty big deal himself after all that encouragement, Ever decided he'd try his hand at putting his shorts on. He came out from his room with those little britches on as backwards as can be and I couldn't help but laugh. "But mom," he said, clearly exasperated, "I put da pockets in da fwunt." And that he did. So then I had to explain to him that underwear pockets go in the front, but pant pockets go on his behind. He just shook his head, took off those shorts, and decided that wearing anything more than undies is pretty overrated anyway. This getting dressed business is trick-y!
Saturday, May 17, 2014
A little Ever pocket story
Posted on 6:36 AM by paritory
Putting on pants is quite the undertaking, I've learned through raising a toddler Ever Knight. The problem is in the pockets, he informed me this morning. You see, Ever is quite independent lately and underwear is exclusively his thing. But that kid, he's notorious for having his undies on backwards. I must admit, seeing his cute little buns in backward undies is enough to make me never teach him, but after a few comments lately from friends and nursery leaders I decided it was time. It is time! So for the last few days I've reminded him (a gatrillion times) that the pocket goes in the front, but it seems that's easier said than done for good ole Everett Knight. He'd put those undies on after a trip to the Lou and then we'd spend the next 30 minutes re-putting them on, as if re-putting is even a word ;) This has gone on for days, with seemingly little progress, until this morning when he came out to show me "dat I'm weawy big now" because shoot darn heck those undies were on just right. We cheered and danced and made a pretty big deal out of this new achievement. Feeling like a pretty big deal himself after all that encouragement, Ever decided he'd try his hand at putting his shorts on. He came out from his room with those little britches on as backwards as can be and I couldn't help but laugh. "But mom," he said, clearly exasperated, "I put da pockets in da fwunt." And that he did. So then I had to explain to him that underwear pockets go in the front, but pant pockets go on his behind. He just shook his head, took off those shorts, and decided that wearing anything more than undies is pretty overrated anyway. This getting dressed business is trick-y!
Friday, May 16, 2014
it's my birthday too, yah!
Posted on 6:12 AM by paritory
My 29th birthday was really one for the record books in all the right ways. James took the day off of work and let me spend the morning shopping on 5th Avenue while he took T to the dentist. I got a new outfit and a free sprinkles cupcake and then strolled peacefully through Central Park until I found myself at home, with kids happy to see me and my favorite lunch on the table. After devouring lunch and dropping the boys with friends James and I met a couple of friends at Rockefeller so that we could see a taping of Jimmy Fallon. James and me and Jimmy all on my birthday...that's what we call a dream come true--and don't even get me started on Questlove. We saw all the first picks from the NFL draft, Zac Efron, Guy Fiere, and Sara McLachlan and the whole experience was pretty rad. We came home, put the babies in bed and ate a homemade buttermilk chocolate cake that was out of this world delish. I felt so loved and happy that even though T reminded me about 100 times that, "wow mom, this really is the last year in your 20's" I still was glad it was my birthday! My 20's have been full to the brim, and I'm going to finish them off right! Thanks for all the love fam and friends!
My birthday in a couple of pictures:
My birthday in a couple of pictures:
The best darn birthday breakfast there ever was.
Me, basically just playing hooky on my life--perhaps my newest birthday tradition!
JIMMY FALLON!!!
The amazing cake, featuring the adorable piping skills of James!
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
May
Posted on 6:24 AM by paritory
The thing is, I put up with rainstorms in April because they promise us some May flowers, and since I truly believe May to be as celestial as a month can possibly be I am OK with the cause and effect. But this is what I'm saying, June better be the best month in existence (like kit kats falling from the sky kind of best) because, dang, my May has been awfully, and I mean awfully, wet.
The perks of a wet May, however, come in the form of Ever Knight looking a whole lot like Paddington bear in his little yellow rain coat, having the bubble man to ourselves in the middle of Central Park, and ditching all chores and responsibilities for a day outdoors when the weather finally does cooperate. Oh, and T's favorite part of lately: shorts! Even if he has to pair them with rainboots.
I love following that Paddington Bear around the city, especially since that means he's not lying face down on the sidewalk complaining about his existence (or mine!)
Ever dancing to an awesome band in Central Park. I think my kid mighta stole the show completely.
Babies and bubbles. Babies in bubbles. Babies below bubbles.
We went on a scooter ride through Central Park on a particularly yucky day, and I was rewarded by:
Bumping into Sarah Jessica Parker. No big deal.
Ice cream for dinner--free cone day at Haagen Daas.
National Train Day--did you know that was a thing? We celebrated with Chuggington at Penn Station and the boys thought it was the greatest holiday of all time.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
The internet thinks I should move.
Posted on 7:15 PM by paritory
I took one of those silly online tests that was supposed to tell me where I should really be living. You know, because picking your next hometown based on the results of an internet test is totally responsible. So just in case you're wondering, I should be living in Indiana. Indiana? Yes, Indiana. Does anyone know absolutely anything about Indiana...or why I seem like someone should live there? Because I had a little bit of an identity crisis when I saw that on the screen.
But alas, we are living in New York City for the foreseeable future. Which I am totally OK with, especially since Mr. Sun is gracing us with his presence. I love this city a lot. But Talmage told the guy at AT&T today, "No, I'm not really a New York fan. I mostly just prefer Miami." Which, hello Miami Beach, I get it:
Yep, I'd take that on a daily basis too T.
And now let's talk about something random. Like that one time when James took out our garbage and came back with this:
A giant Barney is a totally reasonable friend to store in a tiny apartment, right?
The Tribeca Family Film Festival rocked, as it does. The best part for the littles was getting a balloon from the funniest balloon man you ever could meet. Ever got the Red Ninja turtle, and I'm just grateful that he really meant red when he said red (at what age do they test for color blindness?) and T got Spiderman hanging from the NY Times Building.
A few Saturday's ago we went to the Sikh festival in Madison Square Park. Before we left we had a mini-lesson with the boys about what Sikh people wear, where they're from and all the other details we thought they needed so we didn't make a scene! There were thousands and thousands of Sikh people and we felt so lucky to be with them, learn more about their culture and religion, and taste their delicious food.
We picnicked with Melis and the girls and gosh, I can't stand to think about them leaving. The day was warm and breezy, and our kids ran around popping bubbles while we sat and ate Magnolia's banana pudding. One things for sure, if Indiana is going to win me over it better have a Central Park ;)
Saturday, April 26, 2014
We Eastered
Posted on 5:32 PM by paritory
We hunted for giant eggs all around New York City, we colored eggs as a family, we hunted candy-filled eggs with friends from church and we ate deviled eggs like they were going out of style. So...do you want to see some pictures of our Easter week?
There were 250 giant eggs hidden all over the city, and if you were really cool you went hunting them in the deepest, darkest corners of the Burroughs. And then there is me, who realized my boys would probably be thrilled seeing the dozen at Columbus Circle and waiting until they put the whole lot at Rockefeller Center to see the rest. It was brilliant.
Poor Everett mostly cries lately. He really got into coloring eggs, but it's so hard to be two sometimes!
The little boys' Easter baskets...and a Diet Coke for me from the Easter Bunny!
The highlight of T and Ever's life thus far may have been when they saw their Ninja Turtle PJ set in their Easter baskets. They both stripped down immediately and those guys have pretty much been turtles ever since. I have no clue how they even know what Ninja Turtles are, but they both decided about a month ago that they were going to dress up as them for Halloween. T the red one, Ev the blue!
Sad when the only family Easter picture you get is from the mirror in your lobby. I was a-slackin' this Easter is the picture department.
But I did get one of me and my ninja's before church. And don't worry, we made them take off their masks before going to Sacrament meeting! Easter Sunday was calm and low-key, with plenty of time to think about our Savior and the wonderful gift of His resurrection. We love Him so much and are so, so grateful for everything He's given us.
There were 250 giant eggs hidden all over the city, and if you were really cool you went hunting them in the deepest, darkest corners of the Burroughs. And then there is me, who realized my boys would probably be thrilled seeing the dozen at Columbus Circle and waiting until they put the whole lot at Rockefeller Center to see the rest. It was brilliant.
Poor Everett mostly cries lately. He really got into coloring eggs, but it's so hard to be two sometimes!
The little boys' Easter baskets...and a Diet Coke for me from the Easter Bunny!
The highlight of T and Ever's life thus far may have been when they saw their Ninja Turtle PJ set in their Easter baskets. They both stripped down immediately and those guys have pretty much been turtles ever since. I have no clue how they even know what Ninja Turtles are, but they both decided about a month ago that they were going to dress up as them for Halloween. T the red one, Ev the blue!
Sad when the only family Easter picture you get is from the mirror in your lobby. I was a-slackin' this Easter is the picture department.
But I did get one of me and my ninja's before church. And don't worry, we made them take off their masks before going to Sacrament meeting! Easter Sunday was calm and low-key, with plenty of time to think about our Savior and the wonderful gift of His resurrection. We love Him so much and are so, so grateful for everything He's given us.
Friday, April 25, 2014
My thoughts on six years
Posted on 5:12 PM by paritory
Yesterday James and I celebrated our sixth anniversary. In a gesture of true romanticism, James took the day off of work, and my surprise matched his sincerity to make this the best anniversary yet. "If there was ever something to celebrate, it is me and you!" he said, racking up all sorts of brownie points. And gosh guys, it really was the best anniversary we've ever had. I give all the credit to the wonderful man that I married, with an honorable mention to Mother Nature because the weather mostly rocked.
The stars were aligned and the boys had a birthday party in the morning, so we dropped them off and giggled like the kid-less children that we were all the way to Sarabeth's for brunch. The sweetest waitress was soon at our table, and James started gushing about six years of wedded bliss. "Wow," she said shaking her head. "These days I feel like if people make it to two or three years it's a major fete. But six years, that's incredible!" And you know what? I didn't disagree. We don't take marriage lightly around these parts and I definitely don't take it for granted, so while six years is not the customary "big celebration" year like 5 or 10 or 50, I felt like our fancy breakfast and James taking off work and the fun family day we had planned was all worth it. Because six years, that's awesome.
I could say every cliche phrase in the world about how these have been the best six years of my life, how I got lucky to marry him and about how I'm excited for us to spend the next 50 together. But those really go without saying, don't they? What I really feel like saying is what I told the waitress in Sarabeth's, and that's that I'm darn proud of my husband and I. Because we are learning together and growing together, and becoming more conscious and more committed, and frankly, just better at the partnership we created six years ago. We've had fun adventures and personal tragedies, the typical highs and lows that experience brings, we've had times where we couldn't have connected more in life and love and then we've had those where we looked at each other and thought, "Who in the heck is sharing my bed?" But that's the beauty of real life, of real love. I think so at least. We have taken two individuals and have created one family, a team that we cherish and honor. And six years, two kids and about a million plane trips later here we are: together, happy, eating french toast and not toasting with the Strawberry Champagne Cocktail our waitress brought us--we fancied OJ instead!
The stars were aligned and the boys had a birthday party in the morning, so we dropped them off and giggled like the kid-less children that we were all the way to Sarabeth's for brunch. The sweetest waitress was soon at our table, and James started gushing about six years of wedded bliss. "Wow," she said shaking her head. "These days I feel like if people make it to two or three years it's a major fete. But six years, that's incredible!" And you know what? I didn't disagree. We don't take marriage lightly around these parts and I definitely don't take it for granted, so while six years is not the customary "big celebration" year like 5 or 10 or 50, I felt like our fancy breakfast and James taking off work and the fun family day we had planned was all worth it. Because six years, that's awesome.
I could say every cliche phrase in the world about how these have been the best six years of my life, how I got lucky to marry him and about how I'm excited for us to spend the next 50 together. But those really go without saying, don't they? What I really feel like saying is what I told the waitress in Sarabeth's, and that's that I'm darn proud of my husband and I. Because we are learning together and growing together, and becoming more conscious and more committed, and frankly, just better at the partnership we created six years ago. We've had fun adventures and personal tragedies, the typical highs and lows that experience brings, we've had times where we couldn't have connected more in life and love and then we've had those where we looked at each other and thought, "Who in the heck is sharing my bed?" But that's the beauty of real life, of real love. I think so at least. We have taken two individuals and have created one family, a team that we cherish and honor. And six years, two kids and about a million plane trips later here we are: together, happy, eating french toast and not toasting with the Strawberry Champagne Cocktail our waitress brought us--we fancied OJ instead!
Happy Anniversary to me and you, James. I love you. Even if we are shameful at selfies.
You know, just taking a picture since I didn't dare take a sip!
The french toast was out of this world. And James got a crabcake eggs benedict. Yeah, unreal.
We spent the whole afternoon in Central Park with the boys. Our first stop was to Sheep's Meadow to fly a kite. And while the kite mostly just dragged on the green grass behind little running men, we had a blast!
We were planning on taking a boat ride, but since the wind closed down the boathouse for the afternoon we decided to try our hand at sailing baby boats. The boys loved it, and I think we even figured out how to move it once or twice ;)
Right after sailing and right before we put the boys to bed and ran to a movie, the boys got to pick out an ice cream from a cart in Central Park. Don't mind T's perpetual bloody nose, poor kid. We told them that our anniversary is kind of like our family's birthday--and everyone knows no birthday's complete without a sweet treat!
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Earth Day in Brooklyn
Posted on 6:46 PM by paritory
Today is Earth Day so we decided to spend the whole darn thing outside. We stopped downtown and had a little snack with Dad and then took the 4 train to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. Flowers, flowers everywhere and Tuesday's are free to boot. But that rule banning all food from the premises, I don't get it. I see a big field of grass surrounded by cherry blossoms and my stomach immediately starts to grumble...but take my word for it for I saw them chew out a Chinese family who I dare say didn't speak a lick of English, don't mess with the BBG Security team.
It was such a beautiful day and the park is gorgeous, but boys and flowers are only friends for approximately five minutes (ok, more like 30) so we left out the back door in search for the Prospect Park Zoo. Oh, but before we left the boys entertained themselves by playing the sweetest game of hide-and-seek you ever have seen. Every time Ever was the "Counter" T hid behind the same skinny tree and Ever just couldn't find him as hard as he tried, time after time after time. And then when T counted, Ever would plop himself in the middle of the field and hide just like an Easter egg. T would laugh and be so frustrated in the same breath and say, "No Everett...that's not how you hide. I can't even find you because I open my eyes and I'm just seeing you!"
The zoo was small and perfect for a few hours of fun. Anytime Talmage can get his fingers in a goat's mouth he's game, and Everett was pretty content with pretending he was a turtle and skipping over lily pads. We also watched some of the most active sea lions I have ever seen. It was such a beautiful way to spend Earth day. Hopefully the rest of the Spring, all Summer and at least half of next Fall are equally as warm and celebratory!
It was such a beautiful day and the park is gorgeous, but boys and flowers are only friends for approximately five minutes (ok, more like 30) so we left out the back door in search for the Prospect Park Zoo. Oh, but before we left the boys entertained themselves by playing the sweetest game of hide-and-seek you ever have seen. Every time Ever was the "Counter" T hid behind the same skinny tree and Ever just couldn't find him as hard as he tried, time after time after time. And then when T counted, Ever would plop himself in the middle of the field and hide just like an Easter egg. T would laugh and be so frustrated in the same breath and say, "No Everett...that's not how you hide. I can't even find you because I open my eyes and I'm just seeing you!"
The zoo was small and perfect for a few hours of fun. Anytime Talmage can get his fingers in a goat's mouth he's game, and Everett was pretty content with pretending he was a turtle and skipping over lily pads. We also watched some of the most active sea lions I have ever seen. It was such a beautiful way to spend Earth day. Hopefully the rest of the Spring, all Summer and at least half of next Fall are equally as warm and celebratory!
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