Monday, July 6, 2015

My Vegan Mondays

It's a rarity, I admit. These days, these Mondays, that I consciously, mindfully remember about and practice Vegan Mondays. No excuses. I just don't have the wherewithal I used to. But when I do remember, and when I can accommodate it, I do do it. Just you see...

Coffee (cough) with half and half - my one dairy concession for the day; on auto pilot, and without choice

Veggie sushi
Dark chocolate

Couple glasses of wine (my one night out for the week)
This tasty veg recipe (I didn't add the parm)

And every day I snack on this delicious peanut. Who, for her part, is always putting something in her mouth...

Monday, June 29, 2015

A good week

Parker rocked her first pair of jeans this weekend. It was occasion to go to the local playground so she could strut her stuff.
Lol. She doesn't have to do much to make me laugh. She's crawling everywhere. Gnawing on bagels. And she's taken to playing peek-a-boo. Such a big girl.
Beyond the world of Parker, in which I reside normally, sadly with blinders to happenings in the rest of the world, it was such an amazing week for our country. I'm so proud of our increasing acceptance and fight for equal rights, moved by the idea of possessing grace and hopeful that minds will continue to open and hate will cease.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

The peanut, as delicious as ever

Here we are, eight months after Parker was born. She's crawling, exploring, eating like a heavyweight champ, and sleeping nearly 12 hours every night. It's a good phase. Adult activities are seeping in. With her sleeping so much, we are watching an episode of Bloodline every night and reading before bed. Sometimes I even wake in the morning to exercise or write. It's very sporadic, but it's a start.

I had my first business trip a couple weeks ago, jaunting over to London and Geneva for a mere three nights. It was a good test: I had a really good trip, enjoying the wine and movies on Virgin and the thrill of a new business pitch, while Andrew proved again to be the ultimate partner and dad, taking care of our not-so-little peanut. 
In between all the work and running around is a lot of hanging out. Watching Parker. Playing with her.
The crawling means we need to keep a close eye on her. She is so fast and curious. She puts magazines and socks and stroller wheels in her mouth and grabs everything from Milo's tail to mama's hair. (Milo's exhausted.)
She's a little monkey. She uses her mudgy little feet to hold her toys so she can contemplate them. It's fascinating watching a baby grow and develop; to see them figuring things out and constantly learning new skills.
She has her first bud: Nate. 

We do a nanny share with a couple in the building. Nate is two months younger than Parker and was born prematurely, but he's catching up with her. It's adorable now to see them acknowledging each other and "playing" together.

It's also funny to see that Parker is beginning to recognize the camera and smile for it.
She's a proud little peanut. Fierce, funny, sweet, loving. My favorite thing is giving her her bottle in the morning, when I can cuddle her and smell her fuzzy little head. I've never felt anything as soft as her chubby little thighs. She is simply a joy.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Freedom in the park

Saturday mornings in Prospect Park, the dogs run free.
Let's all find the utter joy in being free.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Poor Milo

Whether it's kindness or dumbness, he just won't walk away.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Mad Men

In the absence of going out to restaurants, bars, plays, parties, movies or any other nighttime social engagement these past seven months, Andrew and I have been steadily cruising through TV series. I don't think we're different from most of the country in that respect: enjoying the comfort of home, while becoming obsessed with characters and plot lines, except we can only handle one—sometimes two if it's a Friday or Saturday, woot woot!—episodes at a time. (10pm bedtime.)

A couple months ago, we picked up Mad Men from about Season 4. Nearly every night this spring, we watched an episode, and I fell so deeply in love with that show. I remember when it first premiered, everyone was agog about the art direction. Then it was the sexism. Finally, the characters and societal commentary started resonating and the show just embedded itself in the hearts of fans.
This Sunday it all comes to a close. Like Six Feet Under and Sex and the City, it's a blow. I am going to miss these people! There have been all kinds of interviews, articles and roundups these past few weeks about it, but I especially loved this Flavorwire piece on feminist moments from the show. I only wish they had included a couple male perspectives to truly show that feminism isn't just a women's issue.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

The sweet side of life

Man, it was a tough week. I've been sick for about 10 days now. Then Parker got her first fever and cold. And our nanny was out four days, sick. Needless to say, work didn't slow down (though thankfully it wasn't a super busy week and my boss was very gracious about me working from home a couple days. I hope the rest of the country catches up on flexible work arrangements very soon). None of us were sleeping great. It was tough.

But then my mom came to town and watched Parker for us.
My husband secretly bought and served us Levain cookies. (Seriously.)
And then there is this girl. This girl.

She is just magic. She's this happy little peanut who makes my every day brighter.

Needless to say, the week ended on a high note. It's beautiful here in Brooklyn. The streets and parks are alive with people. I've been surrounded by the love of my husband, daughter and mom for days, and have received amazing notes from friends everywhere. Best of all, I got to spend my first Mother's Day with my own mom and my baby girl.
I feel like ever since I had Parker, I'm especially prone to clichés. But I'm just so grateful for this beautiful life!

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Another Amy

All the negative nellies will say she's crass and fat. But Amy Schumer is neither. She's brilliant and beautiful.

Any modern woman in America today must be concerned with the erosion of our rights, the persistence of inequality, and the laughable beauty standards women are held to. Amy gets it. And she makes even these sad, scary social statements funny. Hilarious.