Watching episodes of Downton Abbey as I work. I’m a little late to the party on the complete brilliance that is Downton Abbey. Just like so many other people I’m officially hooked.
A new bakery has opened in midtown.
Pie Face!!
Pies, sausage rolls, lamingtons!! With real Australians serving you that say tom-ah-to sauce rather than tom-ay-to ketchup!
I stood beside an English guy at the counter. We both ordered sausage rolls, looked at each other & grinned.
Welcome to the hood, Pie Face! You’re a welcome addition. Just in time for Australia Day tomorrow.
(Although $4.35 for a sausage roll is daylight robbery).
53rd & Broadway.
I have no idea how this started but Charlotte will ask to fly. She keeps her legs dead straight, puts her arms out to the side, and then John lifts her up like a little gymnast.
Also, polka dot overload.
Morning routine: enjoying the fruits of our labor. One straw each.
This glass used to be called The Hangover Glass. Pre-Charlotte, when one of us was feeling decidedly dire after a night out the other one would fetch a glass of water in The Hangover Glass i.e. the biggest glass we own. When I first started using The Hangover Glass for our shoobies I would feel nauseous just looking at it. I guess it can officially be re-christened The Shoobie Glass.
Morning routine: helping me make a shoobie (smoothie).
((this is why I blog - so I remember the small things that make up her childhood))
Morning routine: we snuggle on the couch for a bit until its time to lose the ditzi (pacifier) and make our morning ‘shoobie’.
Speechless over a shoe.
(via shesafan)
I recently lost my cubicle at work because I don’t spend enough time there. Understandable but still……(not a happy camper about it). As a result I will probably work from home more often.
I remember hearing a story about a colleague who would wave bye to his kids at the front door and then sneak around the back of the house and into his home office. If the kids knew he was home during the day, they wouldn’t leave him alone so he had to be sneaky in order to actually get any work done.
At the time the story made me laugh.
I’m now wishing for a sneaky back entrance to my home office (aka tiny desk squished into the corner of the bedroom). Charlotte gets smarter by the day. Obviously she knows how to open doors but now she knows how to unlock them. Every so often, she manages to get away from her nanny (see last post - a lot of work!), unlocks the door and bounds down the hallway into the bedroom saying hi! with a big grin on her face. Extremely cute as long as I’m not on a conference call!
“Charlotte wore me out. I had to take a nap. Idk how you guys do it!”
Teaching Charlotte about the best part of baking.
