Napa, Part One: The Sappy Stuff

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

I moved from DC to San Francisco in 1998.  It was the high point of the "dot com boom."  

People talked a lot about angel money.  CEOs were like, babies. Corporate Foosball table ownership soared.

I worked for Burson-Marsteller, one of the big PR firm greats.  I did brand marketing.  One of my clients was Evite.  (They had a Foosball table AND a baby CEO.)

I lived in Nob Hill and walked to work in the Financial District because it was downhill the entire way.  I took the cable car home, because it was uphill the entire way and because, CABLE CARS.

I had not been to San Francisco since I left in 2000.  I went back last month.  I hadn't left my heart there, per se.  But a piece of it?  Yes.

Oooh, a plane trip without a baby.  That was nice, dude.

*    *     *     *     * 
We all moved to Lewiston, Maine in 1993.  They lived in Page.  I lived in Parker.  I think we all met at the orientation clambake.

(Yes.  We had an orientation clambake.  Bates is a divinely preppy place.)

None of us had gone to, like, Andover or Choate, so we didn't have automatic groups of pedigreed instafriends.  But, we found one another pretty quickly and have been friends ever since.

We realized that we've been friends now for longer than we haven't been friends.  (I love that.)

We decided to take a trip to Napa for our collective fortieth birthdays, all of which happen in 2015-ish.








I wouldn't say that I left part of my heart in Lewiston, per se.  But I did leave part of my heart wherever these ladies are.

And yes, the next post will have annoyingly gratuitous pictures of wine.  Just had to get the sappy stuff said first.

Hope you annoy someone with your unbridaled sentiment today.

Talk soon,
Heather

the modern dad

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Durel was on board with the idea of me taking a 40th Girls Weekend trip.  I mean, he wasn't doing back flips about it.  But he understands that I rarely see my three besties since they live in New England.  They come to visit me pretty regularly, which we super mega appreciate, but it was definitely my turn to get on a plane to spend some quality time with them.

Forty may be the new thirty, but it's still a big deal.  (Ahem, for the record, I am still in the throes of my 30's until the end of the year.)  So, we decided to go big.  We've done New York (which may or may not have involved dancing on a bar in the Meat Packing District when that was cool, and yes, that was a real time and a real thing.)  We've done DC (which may have involved drunk Metro riding, which is kind of inevitable). 

Anyway, last weekend, I gallivanted around Napa Valley with three of my best friends for life.

I'll get to that later, because I can't tell that story without telling *this* one first.

*     *     *     *     *

Pretty much as soon as I was out of Central Time Zone, daycare called.  Sawyer had a fever.  And was cranky and miserable, which he is generally NOT.  

Enter:  SuperDad.

Durel left work to pick him up and managed to get him into see the pediatrician, like, instantaneously.  He was diagnosed with a nasty ear infection in one year -- behind the tubes!  (I did not know that was a thing and WHAT THE HELL, TUBES?!)  

So, Durel's weekend went like this:

-- Antibiotics, both oral and ear drops?  Check.  
-- Nebulizing the little guy because he's still a little wheezy from the RSV (WHAT THE HELL, RSV?!)
-- Saline spray into the tiny nose for the massive boogers (The ratio on size for baby boogers to baby noses is way off.  WAY off.)
-- Probiotics into the tiny digestive system for the massive antibiotics  (No comment.)
-- Fever reducer because his fever would not quit (WHAT THE HELL, FEVER?!)
-- Wrangling a five year old (who only wants to play Star Wars Angry Birds and/or watch Odd Squad)

So, he pretty much had a great time.

My father-in-law (who is truly amazing) was there to assist.  It was the Two Men and a Jack and a Sick Baby show.  They did a wonderful job.  There was red wine in the evenings and March Madness on TV and general madness all day long.

Thanks, Durel.  You are SuperDad and a modern dad and an awesome dad.

Here's what I got of the weekend via text.  This is good stuff, people.

Teeth:  6 and 2 more visibly on the way.  Woah.

Jazz hands for lobster ravioli.  As we do.

Yup.  Awesome.
Hope you appreciate both your spouse and the power of antibiotics today.

Talk soon,
Heather

this is one

Thursday, March 19, 2015

We had a tiny little party for Sawyer.  We invited some close friends and their kiddos.  We had donuts and breakfast tacos, and maybe a mimosa here or there.

Jack held court on his new playset in the backyard the way only a five year old big brother with a new playset can.

Sawyer was the object of unbridled affection from two of his buddies.


And he got awesome presents.

Haircut time!  Look at those flowing locks!
(Not to be outdone by his flowing nostrils.
What's up cold and flu season?)
It was perfect.  And yes, I had favor boxes.  And yes, there was a theme (Dr. Seuss).  But I did NOT overthink it, overplan it, or over stress it.

We are all learning all the time, aren't we?

Hope some cuties give you the eye today.

Talk soon,
Heather

brave new world

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

One time, when Jack was like 2 1/2 or 3, he was sick.  He wouldn't eat anything and was getting all tired and little kid listless.  Which is the saddest kind of listlessness because it is hard, I tell you, hard, to keep a little kid down.

I had an idea.  Let's give him a MILKSHAKE.  

But then I had a thought.  He's 2 1/2.  If I tell him something is a "milkshake," he will not drink it.  Taken literally, that sounds gross.  Little kids can be surprisingly literal.

Hmm. 

So, I told him it was "ice cream juice."  He drank it.  He perked up.  I perked up.  He felt better and I felt brilliant.

That feels like a really long time ago.

*     *     *     *     *

Now, this kid is bringing his glider planes to show and tell.  His friends listen to him talk about how he made them, and then they go to the gym and fly them.

He's wearing his Capture the Flag shirt, and he knows what Capture the Flag is.

He's wearing plaid shorts because in a perfect world, he wears plaid shorts every single day.

He is five going on twenty.  Or eighty, what with the plaid shorts.  


He asks me at least once a week when he starts kindergarten.  He has informed me that things will be very different in kindergarten.

Don't I know it, kid.

Hope you can rock some plaid shorts today.

Talk soon,
Heather

going to target like it's your burfday

Monday, March 16, 2015

Sawyer turned one last week!  To celebrate, I took him to the doctor where he got his 12 month shots.  
He didn't think that was much of a celebration.  And I know it wasn't fun.  But we are Vaccinating People, so we got it done.

"Now you can go to Disneyland," my pediatrician said with a wry smile.  (I love her.)

To sweeten the deal, Sawyer stayed home with Mom for the rest of the day to nap, cuddle, and revel in the greatness of being one.

But first, we stopped at Target.  Where we got coffee and treats.  Obviously.

I'm eating a blueberry muffin.
You really believe in capturing the moment, dontcha?

Well then, HOW ABOUT THIS MOMENT?
Get in ma belleh!

Yessss.
I got a lot of things that I needed at Target, which is different than getting a lot of things I don't need at Target.  I used to do that a lot.  It's a self-professed bad habit I am actively trying to break.

I also didn't succumb to the siren song of the Dollar Spot or whatever the hell it's called.  Call me victorious.

And I had the cutest Starbucks and Target buddy a girl could ask for.

Hope someone buys you a treat today.

Talk soon,
Heather





Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Napa, Part One: The Sappy Stuff

I moved from DC to San Francisco in 1998.  It was the high point of the "dot com boom."  

People talked a lot about angel money.  CEOs were like, babies. Corporate Foosball table ownership soared.

I worked for Burson-Marsteller, one of the big PR firm greats.  I did brand marketing.  One of my clients was Evite.  (They had a Foosball table AND a baby CEO.)

I lived in Nob Hill and walked to work in the Financial District because it was downhill the entire way.  I took the cable car home, because it was uphill the entire way and because, CABLE CARS.

I had not been to San Francisco since I left in 2000.  I went back last month.  I hadn't left my heart there, per se.  But a piece of it?  Yes.

Oooh, a plane trip without a baby.  That was nice, dude.

*    *     *     *     * 
We all moved to Lewiston, Maine in 1993.  They lived in Page.  I lived in Parker.  I think we all met at the orientation clambake.

(Yes.  We had an orientation clambake.  Bates is a divinely preppy place.)

None of us had gone to, like, Andover or Choate, so we didn't have automatic groups of pedigreed instafriends.  But, we found one another pretty quickly and have been friends ever since.

We realized that we've been friends now for longer than we haven't been friends.  (I love that.)

We decided to take a trip to Napa for our collective fortieth birthdays, all of which happen in 2015-ish.








I wouldn't say that I left part of my heart in Lewiston, per se.  But I did leave part of my heart wherever these ladies are.

And yes, the next post will have annoyingly gratuitous pictures of wine.  Just had to get the sappy stuff said first.

Hope you annoy someone with your unbridaled sentiment today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Thursday, March 26, 2015

the modern dad

Durel was on board with the idea of me taking a 40th Girls Weekend trip.  I mean, he wasn't doing back flips about it.  But he understands that I rarely see my three besties since they live in New England.  They come to visit me pretty regularly, which we super mega appreciate, but it was definitely my turn to get on a plane to spend some quality time with them.

Forty may be the new thirty, but it's still a big deal.  (Ahem, for the record, I am still in the throes of my 30's until the end of the year.)  So, we decided to go big.  We've done New York (which may or may not have involved dancing on a bar in the Meat Packing District when that was cool, and yes, that was a real time and a real thing.)  We've done DC (which may have involved drunk Metro riding, which is kind of inevitable). 

Anyway, last weekend, I gallivanted around Napa Valley with three of my best friends for life.

I'll get to that later, because I can't tell that story without telling *this* one first.

*     *     *     *     *

Pretty much as soon as I was out of Central Time Zone, daycare called.  Sawyer had a fever.  And was cranky and miserable, which he is generally NOT.  

Enter:  SuperDad.

Durel left work to pick him up and managed to get him into see the pediatrician, like, instantaneously.  He was diagnosed with a nasty ear infection in one year -- behind the tubes!  (I did not know that was a thing and WHAT THE HELL, TUBES?!)  

So, Durel's weekend went like this:

-- Antibiotics, both oral and ear drops?  Check.  
-- Nebulizing the little guy because he's still a little wheezy from the RSV (WHAT THE HELL, RSV?!)
-- Saline spray into the tiny nose for the massive boogers (The ratio on size for baby boogers to baby noses is way off.  WAY off.)
-- Probiotics into the tiny digestive system for the massive antibiotics  (No comment.)
-- Fever reducer because his fever would not quit (WHAT THE HELL, FEVER?!)
-- Wrangling a five year old (who only wants to play Star Wars Angry Birds and/or watch Odd Squad)

So, he pretty much had a great time.

My father-in-law (who is truly amazing) was there to assist.  It was the Two Men and a Jack and a Sick Baby show.  They did a wonderful job.  There was red wine in the evenings and March Madness on TV and general madness all day long.

Thanks, Durel.  You are SuperDad and a modern dad and an awesome dad.

Here's what I got of the weekend via text.  This is good stuff, people.

Teeth:  6 and 2 more visibly on the way.  Woah.

Jazz hands for lobster ravioli.  As we do.

Yup.  Awesome.
Hope you appreciate both your spouse and the power of antibiotics today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Thursday, March 19, 2015

this is one

We had a tiny little party for Sawyer.  We invited some close friends and their kiddos.  We had donuts and breakfast tacos, and maybe a mimosa here or there.

Jack held court on his new playset in the backyard the way only a five year old big brother with a new playset can.

Sawyer was the object of unbridled affection from two of his buddies.


And he got awesome presents.

Haircut time!  Look at those flowing locks!
(Not to be outdone by his flowing nostrils.
What's up cold and flu season?)
It was perfect.  And yes, I had favor boxes.  And yes, there was a theme (Dr. Seuss).  But I did NOT overthink it, overplan it, or over stress it.

We are all learning all the time, aren't we?

Hope some cuties give you the eye today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

brave new world

One time, when Jack was like 2 1/2 or 3, he was sick.  He wouldn't eat anything and was getting all tired and little kid listless.  Which is the saddest kind of listlessness because it is hard, I tell you, hard, to keep a little kid down.

I had an idea.  Let's give him a MILKSHAKE.  

But then I had a thought.  He's 2 1/2.  If I tell him something is a "milkshake," he will not drink it.  Taken literally, that sounds gross.  Little kids can be surprisingly literal.

Hmm. 

So, I told him it was "ice cream juice."  He drank it.  He perked up.  I perked up.  He felt better and I felt brilliant.

That feels like a really long time ago.

*     *     *     *     *

Now, this kid is bringing his glider planes to show and tell.  His friends listen to him talk about how he made them, and then they go to the gym and fly them.

He's wearing his Capture the Flag shirt, and he knows what Capture the Flag is.

He's wearing plaid shorts because in a perfect world, he wears plaid shorts every single day.

He is five going on twenty.  Or eighty, what with the plaid shorts.  


He asks me at least once a week when he starts kindergarten.  He has informed me that things will be very different in kindergarten.

Don't I know it, kid.

Hope you can rock some plaid shorts today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Monday, March 16, 2015

going to target like it's your burfday

Sawyer turned one last week!  To celebrate, I took him to the doctor where he got his 12 month shots.  
He didn't think that was much of a celebration.  And I know it wasn't fun.  But we are Vaccinating People, so we got it done.

"Now you can go to Disneyland," my pediatrician said with a wry smile.  (I love her.)

To sweeten the deal, Sawyer stayed home with Mom for the rest of the day to nap, cuddle, and revel in the greatness of being one.

But first, we stopped at Target.  Where we got coffee and treats.  Obviously.

I'm eating a blueberry muffin.
You really believe in capturing the moment, dontcha?

Well then, HOW ABOUT THIS MOMENT?
Get in ma belleh!

Yessss.
I got a lot of things that I needed at Target, which is different than getting a lot of things I don't need at Target.  I used to do that a lot.  It's a self-professed bad habit I am actively trying to break.

I also didn't succumb to the siren song of the Dollar Spot or whatever the hell it's called.  Call me victorious.

And I had the cutest Starbucks and Target buddy a girl could ask for.

Hope someone buys you a treat today.

Talk soon,
Heather





 
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