It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
Our insanely talented friend, Gina, shot these photos around our house last week. Impossible to pick my favorites, so I’m posting a few of the Christmasy ones!
Laundry Room
It’s late, and we have a long drive. The exhaustion of a newborn’s erratic sleeping schedule coupled with an emotionally draining evening has taken their toll on us both. Still, for a man who can wait without complaint in a J.Crew dressing room while I waver between lavender and magenta sidewalk skimmers, this sudden lapse in patience takes me by surprise. He instantly regrets his tone, and too exhausted to be angry, I opt for angsty and passive aggressively insist on driving if he is so tired. My chest tightens... Read The Rest →
Cabin Time
Spent a relaxing weekend up north with good friends. When we weren’t holed up in the cabin playing Celebrity, we mostly hung outside in the perfect fall weather. A few shots from the trip:
First Day of Fall
A few years ago, Ryan and I started a tradition of escaping the unrelenting heat that presses well into October here in the Valley. (A one hundred degree high just doesn’t feel like fall!) Instead, we bum around Flagstaff for a weekend and soak up the cool air, changing leaves, and unassuming hippies. One year, we stumbled upon this adorable house-turned-restaurant aptly named, The Cottage Place. If you ever find yourself in downtown Flagstaff, it is worth the stop. I have yet to try a better bowl of pumpkin soup.... Read The Rest →
Swinging Door Makeover
Had a couple hours and some chalkboard paint on our hands, so Hubbs gave this guy a makeover: Now that you know this week’s dinner menu, you’re totes welcome to join us. Especially if you have serious chalk skills, like this guy from Astor House:
The Day You Were Born
Our day starts at 5am. I’ve been ordered not to eat or drink for eight hours prior to surgery – not an easy ask for a very pregnant wanna-be foodie. Ryan wakes early to prepare his most acclaimed dish: French toast. For a boy raised on yogurt nights and take-out, French toast is as gourmet as his cooking gets, but it’s legit. I savor the last few bites, not knowing when I’ll eat again, then take my time getting ready. How do you get ready to become a parent? Sure,... Read The Rest →
Paranoid Parenthood
Today Co2 alarm went off. I (Ryan) called the fire department. This was the solution.
