Beachy weekends, bubble toes and all the fresh blueberries you can eat.
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Beachy weekends, bubble toes and all the fresh blueberries you can eat.
To my wild one on his wild one - Happy Birthday. Mama loves you more than anything.
Forever planning our next adventure and sharing great food are the two cornerstones by which we live our lives. Welcome to Team Elder, kid.
A little (sports-related) tragedy, a lot of comedy and learning how to stand on your own two feet.
Nine Months - Crawling all over the universe, European soccer and eating ALL the things. Oh my God, this baby never stops eating. He ate eggplant yesterday. I know grown ass men who don’t eat eggplant.
Eight Months - days in the sunshine, our first family vacation and a little wisdom from Charles Bukowski.
Seven Months - real food with real spices, a permanent seat at the adult table and the joy of growing up and growing together in West Palm.
An addendum - chronic pain and the importance of a wartime consigliere.
Five months - big fish, big moves, movies, Mulaney and being better because we’re better together.
Four months - first taste of solid food, introducing you to “our” diner, hashtag Florida Baby and the promise of adventure to come.
Three months - Christmas, growing together and the Beatles philosophy of parenting.
Two Months - Celebrating firsts - smiles, holidays, election wins and two months being a family.
“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.” - Kurt Vonnegut.
Breathe out so I can breathe you in/Hold you in.
In less than two weeks, I get to hold my son.
“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.” - John Muir.
Two pictures at 32 weeks
The importance of travel, the curative powers of the open road and the reiteration that Springsteen is always right - Baby, we were born to run.
Big Mom Energy, a nineties one-hit wonder, a tough week and what to do when things get overwhelming - talk it out.
Rob Sheffield said it best - love is a mixtape.
Salty days in the ocean, Pearl Jam, Bruce, cold lemonade and the promise of more joy to come.