How cute is Little J here? I love this picture of him (says the modest mom) and think it captures him pretty well. At least the side of him that is happy and sweet and bursting with personality. Like most 3-year-olds, he has other sides that aren’t as pleasant, but in that moment on that day, all bundled up against unseasonal frigid cold in NYC, he was the Jackson I enjoy the most. We were on the subway when I took the picture, having just braved the cold to see my endocrinologist briefly for a Rx update (for my thyroid disease). I rewarded Jack for his good behavior at my doctor’s office with a visit to the holiday train show at Grand Central, which, as predicted, he loved. It was a good day, even if it was brutally cold. (We also made cookies — flourless oatmeal, peanut butter, chocolate chip — and hosted our first playdate in our new place).
Unfortunately, less than 24 hours later, I was standing in our kitchen, covered in vomit from head to toe, holding Jackson in my arms as he heaved his lunch into my hair and face (and this, after cleaning up not one, not two, but three accidents in the pants; I finally wised up after that third one and switched Jackson to pull-ups for the rest of the day). Aw, the joys of motherhood. Luckily, it was a fast-moving bug and he’s all better today and no worse for wear. Hopefully, we can say the same for our washing machine after the massive amounts of laundry I did yesterday. On my way to taking Jackson to school this morning, our landlord called and said there was water leaking into his place from ours, and as I write this, I haven’t heard an update yet on what that’s all about. Hey, at least it’s Friday, right? I need a drink.
Anyway, what’s everyone up to this weekend? I think Drew and I are going to have a date tonight — our second in a week, after not going out for what seems forever; we saw Lucinda Williams at the Beacon Monday night and it was an awesome show! One of our favorite neighborhood restaurants, a tiny French Caribbean place, is closing shop next week on account of astronomically rising rents in Brooklyn — ugh, don’t get me started — and we’re going to try to get in tonight for a last meal there. The whole place only sits like 18 people total, so hopefully we can get a seat without waiting outside in the cold for too long. Then, on Saturday, we’ll probably do more moving-in stuff (hanging stuff on the walls, re-arranging the furniture a bit, stuff like that) and then a 3-year-old birthday party in the afternoon. And on Sunday, we’re hosting our second annual Friendsgiving with some of our oldest friends. I’m making pie (and turkey and brussels sprouts). Can you believe Thanksgiving is just a few days away and then it’s like full-on holiday season? What the fuck? Where did 2014 go?
Happy weekend, everyone. Hope yours is a great one.