We heart NY!

Great end to our February vacation. We did NYC to the fullest extent possible. We had three kids skip, run, ride, and laugh from Central Park to Battery Park to Time Square. It was everything I wanted the first trip to be and more. Enough to make them smile, enough to make them want to come back, more than they dreamed of. Perfect.

Our day in list form

1. Bagels. Real bagels.
2. Train with super excited kids.
3. Museum of Natural History.
4. Molly’s sweet genuinely disappointed tears upon discovering there is no Saqajawayeh (sp?) exhibit like Night at the Museum. 5. Chocolate milkshake.
6. Statue of Liberty.
7. Ground Zero
8. Time Square.
9. Amazing dinner at Tony Dinapoli’s with the best waiter. Ever!!!! 10. Empire State Building.
11. Home to Long Island with three kids and four adults blissfully ready for bed.

Pics to follow. 🙂

some homemade-ness

The weekend of the Super Bowl, I made whoopie pies. Among other things, but throughout the weekend at some points I was doing some aspect of making some kind of whoopie pie. Three different kinds-Traditional chocolate with vanilla filling, chocolate with peanut butter filling and lemon cake with raspberry filling. They were really fun to make. I don’t think they were the best tasting whoopie pies ever, but not bad. With all the different flavors out there I could get into making more.

THIS IS MY HAT! My beautiful friend, Jen made this hat…for me. Sigh. I love this hat. I don’t love hats, I don’t love me in hats, but this hat!!!! I love this hat. It is the perfect color, the perfect shape, the perfect fit…perfect, perfect, perfect. I love Jen and I love this hat.

Where the joy is…

On Monday, Molly and I went in one direction for dance and Steve, Obi and Ella went in another direction for acting class. We were all meeting back home for pizza after. This was my pre-dinner snack. Prosecco and Jax. And most importantly this is my picture of said snack. I am a little hipstamatic happy. Maybe someday I will look back at all these pictures and wonder what the heck I was thinking but right now, I am loving the look. And that was a dang good snack.

I am sharing this photo with one request that you not judge my mothering with this girl’s shaggy d.a. hairdo. Mostly I want you to notice the happiness on her face that she is a dancer. And if I could I would take you to the class and let you watch her. Watch her twirl and spin the ribbon in a fury around her body and head with the biggest smile on her face. I would take you so you could see her body move without thought to it, just freedom and a partnership with the music playing in the room. It is a joy. It fills my heart. I wish I was more like her.

This soup!

I made Apple Butternut Squash Soup for dinner last night. I used a recipe from Everyday Food. I was really pleased with how it came out. I also made a batch of oatmeal bread. Pete made some yummy pork with root vegetables. Lori completed it all with cupcakes with lemon curd and buttercream frosting. It was a feast perfect for a last supper with all the Nasons present for the last time in a while. I won’t write much about the night, but I will say it was a darn near perfect night with family. I will keep that one in the memory files forever.
So this was our lunch today. The kids are over at a friends today. So we ate this perfect lunch mostly silent enjoying the stillness of the house. What a treat.

Steve wins Valentine’s Day this year…

And it isn’t even Valentine’s day yet. Gloria (my favorite tv character) on Modern Family declared herself the winner of Valentine’s Day. I am declaring Steve the winner for our house. And Victoria’s Secret, stay with me folks it does not turn dirty. My man has delivered with chocolates, breakfast in bed, an ordered dinner at home tonight and the best pair of pajamas I have ever owned. I am wearing them right now. And I might be eating a chocolate right now…but about the pajamas. I have missed the Victoria’s Secret boat. I am ready to get on now. The material is soft, fits so nicely, keeps everything in place…simply perfect. I am nutty over my jammies. Please don’t tell me what horrible things children went through to make my jammies. I want to live in bliss in my jambams.
I love my husband and at the end of an emotionally exhausting week for us both he takes care of me. I am a lucky lady!

I guess since this blog is about documenting our lives I would be missing something by not writing about the upcoming event in the Nason clan. However, I have actually not wanted to. I have consciously avoided this topic when I have sat down at this page. It is a lot. I think about writing about it and having it out there in the world. Then I think about how I can not fully express everything related to this event. Today I am going to try. It is worthy of the effort.
Phil, Sri, and Omar are moving to India.
As I write those words and then read them I feel all the emotion I have felt over the past months of processing the idea and then the reality but it is doubled, tripled, quadrupled as the days grow closer to their departure. Maybe by writing about this I will let go of my needs and be able to focus fully on the adventure that lies ahead for them and the joy that Sri must feel in bringing her family home. For now I am stuck in being the ones left behind.
When I met Steve and we started our journey together I remember the feeling so vividly of loving being around a family with all its stress, sadness at the time that still had so much laughter and love. That I could be in a nursing home with sons that were losing their mom, but still find my compassionate, gulliable brother-in-law taking the compression stockings off another patient and find relief in that comical moment. This was a family that I wanted to devote the rest of my life to and know that in the craziest, saddest times we would deal and cope and make each other better. Over the years we have shared more and experienced frustration with each other, but always I am confident that when we all gather together there will be stories, laughter and at the end they are part of my core.

The other day a friend was over sharing the exciting news that her sister-in-law was moving to town to live down the street and as I smiled and said all the right, truly heartfelt words I felt tears coming. It hurts. My family is away. In NY, California, North Carolina…I don’t know why we all like each other so much but here we are spread all over the country. Family. We feel confident to move on and away because we know that they will always be there.

I am going to miss them so much. I am going to miss them at weekend get-togethers, the holidays, the chance to see them and watch my nephew grow before my eyes. It saddens me to think that despite skype and other modern inventions we will not have the genuine moments that happen when you are all sitting together with time to be.

As I finish this I realize for all these reasons and more Sri must be so excited to be going home.