Case in point. Thank you family for a fantastic trip!
Beach bum! Missing our day-long ocean adventures this morning…
Corn.It’s what’s for dinner.
Eloise’s first…swim lessons! We’ve got a little fishy on our hands!
Happy Father’s Day to our wonderful Daddy!
She’s full of gems these days!
While reading at bedtime, I pointed to a picture of an ant and asked her to tell me what it was.
Eloise: it’s a blue bug.
Me: yes and what do we call it?
Eloise: a blue bug.
Me: well, we call it an ant.
Eloise: whatever. Let’s just call it a blue bug and move on.
I think she was tired.
Eloise is most excited about:
1. Having her own sleeping bag.
2. Roasting marshmallows.
3. Covering herself in sand at the lake.
4. Using her Elmo flashlight.
Mom and Dad are most excited about:
Having adventures with our girl.
On a recent hiking trip, Eloise went pee on the side of a trail and said,
“Oh look! I made a puddle for the froggies!”
Sunday bagels. As a kid, it was one of my favorite things. I loved watching (and sometimes helping) my father make them. It took him several years to “perfect” his recipe - an amalgamation of the hearty New York Jewish style my mother grew up with and the sweetened chewy Italian breads from my Dad’s own childhood. It quickly became a memento from my youth and, especially after my father passed, I tried repeatedly to replicate them.
I admit, I often failed. Either the taste was right, but they were shaped like hockey pucks or I put in the wrong flours and it was a little like eating a dense white bread. But 14 years later, with a little research, love, and my daughter’s help, I managed to recreate a piece of memory long buried. I could hear him the whole time, spouting Dad-isms. Adding honey - “just a dab will do ya,” putting the freshly formed bagels into the pot to boil, “Doink!” And always the showman, about to pull the first batch out of the oven, “Time for the big reveal!”
I was a bit nervous when I took my first bite. I wanted to taste that moment I loved so much as a kid - sweet and buttery right out of the oven, Dad looking on as I gave him the thumbs up. I never really told him how much those times meant to me. Baking them today with Eloise made my heart and my belly full.
I think I nailed it. So much so, I think he’d give me his own thumbs up.
Being your Momma is the best gift all year long.
My little track star!
My little track star!