Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Springtime in the City

Although mere mention of the word "Spring" makes my eyes start watering and my throat itch -- my perfect storm for allergies -- I absolutely love it.



And nothing epitomizes Spring in DC more than cherry blossoms.


We are lucky enough to have this tree in our front yard. Makes me happy just to see those pink/white blossoms when I look outside. At the end of their short season, when the blossoms drop from the trees, it'll look like a dusting of pink/white snow atop our grass.


Love it. L.O.V.E. IT!!


Of course, this little beauty in the yard makes me the happiest of all.

Monday, March 30, 2009

XXIX Spring Olympiad?


We had a great weekend -- complete with playdates, dinner parties and good friends -- but I am so, so tired. Dog tired.

Yesterday, in particular, was a somewhat ridiculous day. Planes, trains and automobiles? Almost. Running, dancing and riding, though.

The day started out with us racing downtown, in chilly/rainy weather, for the Scope It Out 5k, a road race fundraiser for colon cancer awareness and research, in which I was running. This race was part of my early goal-setting with my uber-trainer Sheila. Although I'm now convinced more than ever that I just don't like running, I was thrilled beyond compare that not only did I finish, but I beat my goal by several minutes and crossed the finish line in under half an hour. The last 5k that I ran -- many years and many pounds ago -- took me 34 minutes. Thanks to the brutal interval training I've been doing with Sheila, I was able to shave more than 4 minutes from my time. Not bad for a mama of two!

From the race we ran (pardon to pun) to Lily's new ballet class. We had to do a costume change in the car, and I had to watch her from a corner of the observation room so that I didn't scare the other moms. Let's just say that I was a bit sweaty and, um, smelly. Hopefully this class will be more successful than the last one, as you may recall, which started off strong but bombed in the end.
Mad at me for taking her picture.

Our day ended in Leesburg, VA at an eventing show my cousin Rebecca was in. The weather cooperated perfectly; the sun came out, and the temperatures rose, as we drove out to the country. Rebecca and her young horse did SUPREMELY well. Lily spent most of the time digging in the mud (future archaeologist?) and declared that the horse show was "WAY more fun than watching TV!" When she wasn't stomping in the mud or splashing in puddles, she was following Rebecca around like a little puppy.





Super great weekend all around. Work may feel like a vacation though; I'm looking forward to just sitting in front of a computer, being still, for a few hours.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

It's in their DNA

While Noah and I were eating foie gras, venison and artisanal cheeses at the Inn at Little Washington, my kids were at home. Eating paint.




Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Movin 'n Grovin

Even though the last few posts have been about Lily, the madam herself, sweet little Anna holds strong. And grows. Changing near daily. We're in the countdown until her first birthday. About which I'm in complete denial. Since she's nearing in on the anniversary of her birth, I suppose that it's only fitting that she's also coming close to walking. Close but no cigar. Without cheating that is. She's a machine when she's got her props!



She's also a machine when it comes to eating crayons. And predictable. I know that pregnant women who are anemic often eat dirt. Perhaps the crayon ingestion means that something is lacking in her diet. One thing that's not lacking, though, are hot dogs. I'm ashamed to admit that while Lily was probably two before she had her first, Anna's had more than her first. And she's not yet one. And boy does that baby MOAN with delight when she sees one in front of her! Not sure what it says about me as a mother that I feed my not-yet-one-year-old sticks o' beef -- at least they're Hebrew National!! Yes, we all answer to a higher power.



PS -- please pardon the annoying mommy soundtrack!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Is she really only four?

I know you've heard it before -- are probably sick of hearing it -- and I know it's totally cliche. But I'm regularly amazed by my elder daughter. The one I gave birth to almost 4 1/2 years ago. The one whose hair is rapidly losing its curls but who still draws them in when doing a self-portrait. The one who is growing like a weed. That would be Lily. My totally amazing daughter. My daughter who also had a birthday party on her calendar today.

People often ask me how I "do it all." Work full time. Parent. Blog. Exercise. Yada, yada, yada. Well, let me assure you that I don't. Not even close to "it all." Something always has to give. And since reclaiming my pre-pregnancy body recently made a come-back on the 'ole priority list, apparently keeping a good selection of birthday wrapping paper in stock fell. Drastically.

Rather than rush out to the store for a new roll of pretty paper, we suggested that Lily use the plain yellow paper to wrap her dear friend's present, but that she dress it up by making her own card. Since she's in a particularly creative stage right now -- read, art supplies are TAKING. OVER. MY. HOUSE! -- she was more than happy to go that route.

While I shouldn't have been surprised by the end result, I was. Shocked. The picture on the front -- of Lily (curly haired) and Carley (straight haired) -- was cute. As were the decorations throughout. But her written note is what stopped me in my tracks. I think that her hand writing is almost as good as Noah's. No joke.

She started to get a bit tired, and thus sloppy, towards the end. But I still can't believe that she's 4 and doing so well. This proud mama had to share with you, Internet. I also can't believe that she's got another year and a half before kindergarten. I fear that she'll be able to co-teach the class by the time she gets there.





Then again, perhaps all moms are as in awe of their kids as I am. Perhaps we all think that we've got a little prodigy on our hands. In fact, I'm almost certain that we all do. And I'll happily accept my membership in this "proud mom" club!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Generation ABC

Six years and one month (give or take) after Noah and I got married, it strikes me just how much our lives have changed.

And there's no better way to measure that change than in growth. Population growth that is. ALL of our bridesmaids -- with the exception of Noah's sister Sara and my cousin Anna, neither of whom is old enough to be in this category -- now have children. Flowergirls Miranda, Lydia and Laiken are, of course, not even allowed to talk to boys. At least in my book. Still. 6 years later.

Lily is the matriarch of the group. Baby #1.

Two months later, Lily met her husband-to-be when Meridith gave birth to Jackson on New Year's Eve. While our due dates were only 3 weeks apart, Lily arrived early and Jack came late. Baby #2.

Six months later, she was joined by Justin. My apologies, Jenn, that the most recent photo I have of him is, well, at least 6 months old. Baby #3.

Then came Katie, 13 months after Lily. And although she's a year younger, she's following in Lily's footsteps -- BIG personality. Baby #4.

And Ellen claimed the fourth spot as well, when Andrew was born last January; he beat Anna by exactly 10 weeks. Baby #5.

Of course, my life became a blur just as Ellen's started settling in to some sort of a routine. Anna was born last April. Baby #6.

Although last, the dynamic duo certainly aren't least. Not to be outdone, Jamie recently added to the gang when her twins -- Abby and Beth -- were born in December. Baby #7 and Baby #8.



Although I could calculate how much this group -- four of my closest friends in the world -- spent on bridesmaid dresses, showers and bachelorette drinks...my head might pop if I tried to calculate how much we've spent on diapers, formula and preschools since then. But look at these eight incredible little people. As Mastercard would say, PRICELESS!

Monday, March 16, 2009

These Shoes Were Made For Walking

Although I'm still in denial that I am the mother of two children...and that my older child is practically driving a car and my younger one is -- GASP! -- about to turn one...it did occur to me that Lily got her first pair of kicks at around this time. She went from toddling to running in about two seconds flat once she had a bit of support around her tootsies.

And since I'm determined that Anna will not suffer from second child syndrome, we decided to get her measured for her very own pair of shoes. Not hand-me-down shoes. New shoes.

So after a delicious brunch with my high school buddy, Jenn, and her son, Justin, we caravaned over to yuppie baby shoe hell...a store where mothers line up before they open and practically elbow each other out of the way to get to the head of the line first. Welcome to Washington, DC all!

Ironically, the pair that we walked away with (Robeez Trenz) is just a kicked up version of the Robeez "slippers" that she's worn to date. And even though the added support worked wonders for her big sister, Anna went from needing only one finger to hold on to while walking to a face-plant in my living room. She sounded like a poor stroke patient who was relearning how to walk...dragging one foot after another as she stumbled forward.

So these adorable kicks will have to "kick it" on top of her dresser for a few more weeks. Hopefully they'll still fit by the time that she's ready for them. Given my luck, though, I'm not taking bets on that one.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Egg-cellent!

Ok, ok, so we don't celebrate Easter (although we do partake in the local Easter egg hunt; yes, I'm a bad Jew) and yes we know that it's still 3 weeks away. But as Lily adores decorating Gingerbread Houses -- Exhibit A and Exhibit B -- so too does she adore making Easter eggs. Although don't ask her to eat one. She wouldn't DREAM of doing that!

While Noah and I were off meeting with a builder last week, with dreams of vaulted ceilings and wide open floor plans dancing in our heads (another story, another post...), Lily was busy at home bringing her own creations to life. Since the glitter that came in her egg decorating kit was all dried up, she had to improvise. Thankfully glitter isn't in short supply in our house. Neither are Disney-themed stickers, although she's been hording these princess ones for quite some time. Waiting for just the perfect occasion. Which apparently this was.




Lily was quite proud of her final works of art. Which Noah and I have been eating all week. FYI -- hard boiled egg whites are ZERO points if you're following Weight Watchers. LOVE that!

Monday, March 9, 2009

Fun in the Sun



What do you get when you take one happy preschooler, one baby-on-the-go, one GLORIOUS day of 72+ degree weather in early March, and one trip to the National Zoo?

A pretty heavenly day.


Of course add in the double stroller and the MANY hills at the Zoo and you also get one exhausted mama.


Noah is preparing to take his LEED certification exam, so I decided to get the girls out of the house yesterday so that he could have some quiet time. We had tons of fun. Anna actually napped in the stroller. Lily was able to expend some energy. And, best of all, I got to spend some non-errand QT with my girls!


Oh yes, we did see a few animals when we were out and about, the smallest of which seemed to be the strong favorites.



PS -- kind of crazy to think that schools were closed and we were ankle deep in the white stuff just last Monday! Again, I scoff at those who say Global Warming is a consipiracy theory...

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Pure Indulgence

In spite of the disastrous economy, two small children who have had colds since last fall, and my recent decision to ditch the lingering pregnancy pounds by doing Weight Watchers, Noah and I decided to head to the Inn at Little Washington to celebrate our 6th anniversary last weekend. A few days late. But since I've wanted to go to the Inn for years, the few extra days we had to wait were no big deal.


Hailed as one of the top 10 restaurants in the world, the Inn truly is a magical place filled with happy people celebrating one event or another (there was one engagement and numerous birthday and anniversary celebrations the night we were there). The staff is both friendly and deferential, present and inconspicuous. The food was imaginative yet relatively simple. It was a very special evening. Bonus that it's only about an hour from DC. Double bonus that, thanks to 3 weeks of work-outs with my personal trainer Sheila, I actually fit in to a cute and elegant outfit!

The Inn's chef/owner, Patrick O'Connell, known as the Pope of American cooking, is amazingly a self-taught chef. Could have fooled me. Our meal was, in one word, heavenly.

The view from our table -- the courtyard was dusted with snow at the time.

Interestingly enough, one of my favorite things wasn't even on the menu. It was a little intermezzo that Chef O'Connell refers to as "liquid autumn." It is SUPER simple and, frankly, child friendly! Crazy delicious too.

One word of caution -- use good maple syrup. The real stuff. Trust me that it won't be the same if you don't.

And don't even try to calculate the Weight Watchers points for something like this. I certainly didn't. Just enjoy it!

Apple Rutabaga Soup

Makes 2 quarts
6-8 servings

I only recently rediscovered Rutabagas and am so happy I did. They were something my mother used to prepare when we were kids – usually as a puree and even though I thought they tasted a little weird, their gorgeous golden color made you want another mouthful.

This soup looks and tastes like liquid autumn. All year long we look forward to serving it again in the fall. It’s incredibly simple to put together and can be made well in advance and frozen. The elusive secret ingredient is a bit of maple syrup, which enhances the natural sweetness of the rutabaga.

Water or vegetable stock may be successfully substituted for the chicken stock if you wish to make this soup vegetarian, or if you don’t want to bother making chicken stock.

-- Chef O'Connell

Ingredients:
1 stick (1/4 pound) unsalted butter
1 cup onion, roughly chopped
1 cup Granny Smith apple, peeled, cored and roughly chopped
1 cup rutabaga, peeled and roughly chopped
1 cup butternut squash, peeled, seeded and roughly chopped
1 cup carrots, peeled and roughly chopped
1 cup sweet potato, peeled and roughly chopped
1 quart good chicken stock
2 cups heavy cream
¼ cup maple syrup
Salt and cayenne pepper to taste
  1. In a large saucepan over medium-high heat, melt the butter. Add the onion, apple, rutabaga, squash, carrots and sweet potato and cook, stirring occasionally, until the onions are translucent.
  2. Add the chicken stock and bring to a boil. Simmer for 20 to 25 minutes or until all of the vegetables are cooked through and tender.
  3. Purée the vegetables in a blender or food processor. Strain through a fine mesh strainer into the same pot you used to cook the vegetables. Add the cream, maple syrup, salt and cayenne pepper.
  4. Return the pot to the stove, bring the soup to a simmer, and serve.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Snow Day in DC?

I don't know on what planet I was living last weekend, but I had NO idea that a major winter storm was headed our way. So imagine my surprise when I looked out the window Sunday night and saw a virtual white-out. Given that we were at my friend Amy's house for dinner at the time, we had to navigate the snow-covered Beltway to get home. It was an adventure to say the least, but nothing in comparison to the fun we had on Monday when schools were cancelled and our snow-bound driveway prevented me from heading to the office.

(Although perhaps the real adventure of the day was hiding in my room for an hour-long conference call with a client, threatening Lily with certain death and dismemberment if she so much as opened her little mouth to betray my whereabouts!)

Lily couldn't get enough of it. Although I'm not sure if she enjoyed the snow or the post-snow hot chocolate more.










Anna and Truman enjoyed the year's first major snowfall from the comfort of the heated indoors.




 
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