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Our Own Family Snow Day! Leonardo's First Sled Ride

Sunday I heard Papa utter words I never hear between October and May, when he is mostly and indoor cat.

Let's go out to play!

My own father had dropped off a sled the night before, in anticipation of the first snow of the season.  Not only it is the first snow of winter, it was L's first snowy adventure.  As you can see by the images below, he didn't really know what to think.  I love the bright green snowsuit and the orange sled against the white snow.  The graphic color juxaposition reminded me of this book which I love to read to him.

He's growing so fast.  You can see how much when you compare this little boy to the baby boy here and here.

south boston family photographer documentary snow day winter outdoor sled

south boston family photographer documentary snow day winter outdoor

south boston family photographer documentary snow day winter outdoor

south boston family photographer documentary snow day winter outdoor

south boston family photographer documentary snow day winter outdoor

south boston family photographer documentary snow day winter outdoor

south boston family photographer documentary snow day winter outdoor

family photo first Christmas tree

approaching 9 months

infant first Christmas tree infant first Christmas tree stocking family photo first Christmas tree The Holiday season is officially upon us.  One, or in our case three, Thanksgivings under our belts and family Hanukkah and Christmas festivities on the horizon.

Nardito is more charming and fun every day, as you can see from the images here - he's pretty adorable.  He is most definitely a people person. One of his favorite activities this month is patrolling the hallways of Midway on his push car and saying hello to our neighbors.

Holidays feel different this year.  Over the last year, watching this little one grow and learn, I have rediscovered delight in the simplest of things - wind blowing, dogs sneezing, lights sparkling.  It's contagious, this curiosity and wonder.  And my long dormant holiday spirit has been rekindled.

We have begun to build own family holiday traditions.  Beginning with sorting out which of our respective family traditions do we continue to honor and which ones will be build ourselves? Clearly the mornings of panettone is one that we will make our very own.  The ideal way to begin a day of memory making.

We opted for hosting this year, which is be a first.  It's been a very long time (maybe a decade?) since I had a Christmas tree.  It's been magical to see it every night over the last week.

Do we go all out on a holiday card?  I mean this kid is pretty adorable and at my disposal.  Can I keep myself from continuing to squeeze him into this adorable Hanna Anderson pjs (pictured above) so he looks like a little Christmas elf?  Is this why his ears are so notable?

Which pictures do we have printed and framed?  This is a big one - there's room in Nardito's bedroom for lots of artwork.

Parenthood: Considering the Future

Sharing a few family portraits from our first weeks together as a newly minted family.  My phone seems to be the easiest camera that I can operate while simultaneously feeding or holding baby.  And the pictures from the phone so far are pretty great.  Captured, with my DSLR,  some images but loving particularly the image below of The Engineer playing music for us in the afternoon sunshine. 

We've been in a daze. A soggy and sleepy daze. Nearly three weeks into parenthood, it's more of everything than I thought it would be.  The Engineer recently shared this quote with me.  It brought us both to tears. With all the uncertainty that's swirling around us, both in our own space as new parents and in our nation as a whole, we found comfort in this sentiment.  

Gross National Product counts air pollution and cigarette advertising, and ambulances to clear our highways of carnage. It counts special locks for our doors and the jails for the people who break them. It counts the destruction of the redwood and the loss of our natural wonder in chaotic sprawl. It counts napalm and counts nuclear warheads and armored cars for the police to fight the riots in our cities. It counts Whitman's rifle and Speck's knife, and the television programs which glorify violence in order to sell toys to our children.

Yet the gross national product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages, the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials. It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country, it measures everything in short, except that which makes life worthwhile.

And it can tell us everything about America except why we are proud that we are Americans.

-Sen. Robert F. Kennedy at University of Kansas, March 18, 1968

a little summer break

In early July, the engineer and I spend a few quiet days in a cabin on a lake up in Ontario.  A few tranquil moments here.  It was a beautiful week, warm and breezy.  With a few books and a few bathing suits, we settled into an easy routine of a morning swim around the island, breakfast, reading, napping, boating and snacking.   It was a time to regather and sit in contemplation, to both grieve for a recent loss and treasure what we do have.   

A Summer Sunset

A rare Saturday in June that I don't have to work, which means I put that free time to good use.  A beach day with one of my oldest (in terms of friendship length) friends, and her family. And Sadie came along, playing for hours and hours. She still hasn't recovered.  It's like a dog hangover. :)
As I was driving back, I pulled off precariously in the shoulder to take a few images as the sun was going down.

Happy Official Summer!!

New Orleans!

I flew down to shoot a wedding in New Orleans this weekend with one of my all time favorite photographers, K.  Aside from our day of work, what did we do with our time in New Orleans? We ate! We sipped cocktails, but did not swipe the glasses! We marveled and wandered and soaked the sun in.
Before the wedding on Saturday, we took ourselves on a little walking tour of the Garden District. Next time, I hope to take in a historic house tour, or a plantation tour. Because, there will be a next time.

Later in the afternoon, we photographed an amazingly gorgeous wedding. This couple was serious about their music and food. As I guess they should be, to have a destination wedding in New Orleans. The band, who came down from Atlanta, was, as the youth say. a force. Without stopping, they played a three and a half hour set. Without stopping.

And on Sunday, a Sunday. It's been a long time since K and I were cruising around on a Sunday morning. She suggested we take Dena's instructions to check out Cafe du Monde. The line was snaking down the street, and like a snake, it moved quickly. As it happens, you can make a fast turnover when your options are beignets and coffee. And that is it. Reached my powdered sugar quota of the year. And rediscovered cafe au lait.

We wandered. Wandered and found a gem of a lingerie shop, where the charming shopgirl, who was also an avid reader of The Lingerie Addict! I ended up buying a set for myself. In coral, with beautiful lace.

We kicked off the afternoon at Pat O'Brien's for the obligatory hurricane. That had us living easy for the rest of the afternoon until our scheduled scandals and cocktail hour at five. A stop for muffalettas at Central Grocery, where we sat on stools, washing each amazing bite it down with mouthfuls of Bud Light. So civilized, we.

Following the sound of music to Armstrong park, we got a good dose of the Congo Square Rhythms Festival! Listening to the music, I closed my eyes wanting to lean into the sounds, to drown myself in waves of horn.

We were the only two for our cocktail and scandals tour. Win! Began with a Pimm's Cup at the Hermes bar at Antoine's. So much memorializing and gilded age of mardi gras costumes enshrined like the Germaine Wells museum at Arnaud's.  Our guide James took us to several key spots, including one I had discovered Friday night - the French 75 at Arnaud's. This time we had the eponymous cocktail, which they make true to the French with Cognac in lieu of the more American gin. And yes it had a kick. James also took us to the Monteleone Hotel bar which is the grande dame of rotating bars to circus circus' vintage Vegas one. This may have been my favorite spot, with the strange yet lovely comfort of a slow and steady counterclockwise swirl. We sampled the grasshopper and the sazerac there. I preferred the Chris Hannah sazerac.

We ended the night at the Pirate Alley Absinthe House, first time K had absinthe. I'm not sure I had it since a memorable and fateful Christmas Eve in Excelsior when I lived in SF.  She liked it. One more for fennel lovers!
We also took a peek at over the rooftops of French quarter from the top of the Omni Royal at sundown.

I fell asleep watching a animal planet show about mermen and drinking one of the shiner bocks with which K had stocked our mini fridge. It was a fantastic weekend.

Things I ate that were amazing:
BBQ shrimp
Red beans and rice
Charbroiled oysters

Favorite Drink:
Chris Hannah crafted sazerac

Here are some images from my iphone . . . as they say the best camera is the one you have with you.