you know it might be time to write a blog post when your husband texts you in the middle of the day out of nowhere and asks, "gonna write a post any time soon?!?!?!"
well then, baby. this one's for you.
so the first thing you should know is, i am possibly dying of allergies. lest you think i am exaggerating . . . well, i am always exaggerating.
in other news. i've started to keep a list of some of my favorite words. just for hells bells and things. very near the top of the list is the word "ache." don't say your throat hurts, say it aches! it's much more poetic. not to mention terribly melodramatic and somewhat lovely. isn't it lovely? four little letters, such a big meaning. it's practically an onomatopoeia, if you take the time to consider it. (also on my list: onomatopoeia).
and now for some random photos! right?
▲▲▲ a few weeks ago our holbs the intrepid bought huck a kite. five dollars, it was a penguin, brandon had that look in his eye like some major father-son bonding type stuff was about to go down, i swear it was the most beautiful thing. after a successful first run one windy saturday we decided to invite a few friends to join us for a sunday evening reprise. huck brought his favorite toys of the moment and a few of us met up at pier 1 on the hudson, which is the windiest spot in the city, seriously it will blow your clothes off down there.
we had a great time and huck was in heaven. i taught him to sing "let's go fly a kite," which, WELL. ovaries were spontaneously combusting all over the place, let's put it that way. the kite performed majestically and then i got the idea like i wanted a try at it and so of course the wind blew extra hard and snatched that kite right out of my hands, and off it went into the breeze, flying off toward the city, before crashing into the hudson. its fate in a watery grave.
as we watched it sink we paid our respects. we told huck the penguin kite was swimming back to his family at the south pole . . . really the kite is just swimming with the fishes, down at the bottom of the stinky hudson river, just like who even knows how many other dead bodies . . . wait--is it the hudson or the east river where you dump people wearing concrete shoes? brandon has epic plans of replacing it with a kite that costs at least ten dollars this time. also i've probably lost kite privileges for a little while. ;)
rest in peace, penguin kite. rest in peace.
▲▲▲ i do a lot of atrocious things in the name of rice krispy treats but this might have been my most brilliant. from left to right we have: peanut butter chips, some melted, some preserved in their virgin state; nutella (not my favorite combo, why don't i love nutella like i'm supposed to?); white chocolate with sprinkles; and then naked, which is how i usually like my RKTs. spoiler alert! peanut butter chips are beyond amazing on a krispy. and here's a pro tip from me to you: keep them in the fridge and you're like, *mind blown.*
and now, here is my deep dark secret: i stuff a plate worth of rice krispy treats into my face like a cave woman every sunday afternoon. it's the only thing that gets me through three hours of church. i have a system. are you ready for it? it goes: 2 handfuls of mini marshmallows in a bowl, for 30 seconds in the microwave, you stir in juuuust enough rice krispies to make it mostly marshmallowy but still somewhat rice-y (coat yer spoon in pam spray, genius!), then yo smush it out on a plate and let it sit in the fridge for about 5 minutes. it makes enough for two people if you're not me (i do sometimes share), but the deal of it is, butter is for the unenlightened. a good rice krispy treat should be chewy, not pillowy! i mean, but have it your way.
▲▲▲ i want to french kiss whomever invented korean tacos and korean hot dogs. i mean, really. get over here and let me make out with you. the dogs above are from the asia dog stand over at madison square eats, which is going on through the end of the may at the base of the flat iron and is totally worth a visit, though that kimchi hot dog is not for the faint of heart. props to me for only maybe successfully using the word "whomever" up there. i mean . . . i have no idea.
▲▲▲ hen plucked a twenty dollar bill out of brandon's cash stash the other day like the masterful pickpocket he is and decided on the spot that it was a treasure map and that he was a pirate. he carried it around for days, rolling it up and clutching it in his chubby little fist, then unrolling it and pointing at various spots here and there, all while shouting, "arrrrr!" and, "mama, i a pirate!" and, "buwwy tweasure!" he finally got bored with it after about two days. that's some stamina! it was really cute while it lasted but heavens, twenty bucks! that's a lot of street pretzels!
▲▲▲ a few unnecessary photos from our stop at the playground on the promenade this weekend to take us out. (this same playground this time last year, oh my baby's so grown up!). this boy plays hard and negotiates hard and can charm the pants off any person he sees. it's funny when your kid becomes people, and not just that, but people you like. i'm just really into the way his little brain works. two and a half is so. so. good. i'll keep him, by golly!
xo and happy tuesday!