Sunday, July 31, 2011

New Yahk

A bit disappointed that we didn't get to hear more incredible accents. At least New Joisey hasn't let us down in that department. Still, New York has a charm all its own.

Just outside the Met

Grand Central and The Empire State Building

Grand Central (one of my favorites)

I'm currently experiencing some major roof garden lust.

Bauhaus Coffee

Amazingly stylish drinking apparatus, complements of the Met.

Thursday, July 28, 2011


Although I can't say that it was ever a serious regret, one thing that we did put on the backburner when we had Ryann was travel. We love travelling, but once we had a wee babe, our travels naturally turned to visiting family rather than visiting places. Now that we again find ourselves a young, unattached couple, we've decided to squeeze in as many crazy trips as possible before another little one joins our ranks.

Although, we're still considering a short European backpacking excursion with baby-pack. Epic.

We're currently visiting our long-lost Walla Walla Valley friends who now live near Princeton University. Today we gawked at the gorgeous campus, got ice cream at Bent Spoon (one of the top ten ice cream shops in the US), and rubbernecked at Edison's old house. Tomorrow we're catching a train into New York City where we're going to attempt to see Grand Central, the Met, Chicago on Broadway, and eat tons of delicious goodies.


A respite from the heat.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Early Anniversary Present

One of the little shops across the street was having a sale the other day. Jared took me in to scope out some possible purses, and although I loved this one, it was too pricey. Unbeknownst to me, Jared had already popped in and talked with the shop girl. This particular purse would go on sale the following day and if I liked it, the girl would call Jared to let him know how much its sale price was.

Enter the villian!

Apparently there was a woman in the shop who overheard this sneaky exchange. After mulling it over during the day, she returned to the shop and bought the bag at full price. She had to have it!

Enter the savior!

Her husband made her return it.

Independence Treats

I have a slight baking habit.

Oh, to be Young

I was sitting on the couch, watching a movie and cuddling with little L.

L - 'You remind me of Auntie B.'

Me - 'Oh do I?'

L - 'Yeah. You're fun and have brown hair and visit us and cuddle.'

Me - 'Aw, thanks L.'

L - 'Yeah, but she's skinnier.'


L's littler sis, C

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Trippin' Through Iowa

When we first pulled up to Cedar Rock, I wasn't all that impressed. It's small. One level. Not a single window on the front. As soon as we walked in I revised my opinion. Frank Lloyd Wright hit it out of the ballpark here.

Twice a year Wright would stay at Cedar Rock in order to make sure that everything was still as it should be. When the owners first moved in, they took their food and their clothes. Wright had complete control over the project and designed everything, including the furniture. He even picked out the china, pots and pans, and appliances. This was a project in which Wright was allowed to be the artist, not just the architect.

Our tour group included a couple who are apparently remodeling their house. The wife was endlessly crooning about how the tables were such a good idea, and the fireplace was so beautiful, and the closets were too small. 'When it's time to do the kitchen in OUR house, we'll have to remember JUST HOW SWEET this teeny bathroom was!' or "Agnes was my type of gal!'. She was of the punch-people-in-the-arm-to-show-how-interesting-your-conversation-is persuasion. While talking at the person next to me, she punched me in the arm. She amazingly placed all the genius of the house at the owners' feet, rather than with Wright. Afterall, Wright had a mistress. Faultless logic, no?

As we were driving off, she crowed 'That Wright was talented scum!'.

Oh dear.

The backside of the house.

Though you can hardly see it here, the fireplace is causing me some major fireplace-envy.

And I thought there were no windows!

The boathouse. It has a full apartment and a double-decker balcony.

Jared schmoozin' at the sheep-roasting sized spit.

Perfect Lunch

The hubs takes good care of me.

The Life

We have turned into true-blue apartment dwellers.

Monday, July 25, 2011


While we were in the hospital with Ryann, I happened to take one picture. I didn't know it would be the last picture we would ever take of her. At the time I had no idea how serious things were, I was simply taking a picture to document our bizarre trip to the emergency room. I thought it would be funny to show our families to freak them out later on. Because, let me tell you, it's scary seeing your kid hooked up to cords and monitors and IVs and such. Scary because of what can happen. What it could mean. But even then, in the midst of it, it just seems like a spook story. These things don't actually happen, do they? We really believed that we would be out of there in the morning.

Even though it's hard to look at this picture now, I'm so glad that I have it. It reminds me of the last few hours we spent together. She was tired, but silly. Her hair was a mess from sleeping on it damp from her bath. She loved baths. She thought the glowing monitor on her finger was funny, we called it her magic finger.

Now we're left with an empty room. A quiet house. Searing pain. But no matter how much it hurts, if we somehow had the choice, we would do it all again in an instant. Because of the memories. Sweeter than any pain that could possibly come.

Sunday, July 24, 2011