This weekend, Andrew had to buckle down and do a lot of writing for a grant and a proposal for work. Knowing we would not be able to lolly-gag and hang around together like we have been lately on these days, we decided that Friday night we would walk to Winslow’s Home and treat the boys (and ourselves) to dinner. I had been feeling rather cooped-up this week. I had forgotten how house-bound we can become with a baby in the winter. This was just the thing for a cooped-up momma!
Brisket sandwiches with horseradish sauce and melted brie- divine!
Grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwich with Granny Smith apple slices
(And thanks for the sweater for Milo, Ingrid! He loves it!)
Playing “Earthquake” with Pop
I could spend hours browsing the displays here. We live a few blocks away, so I come here probably once a week. Once I think I have seen everything, I spot something new and cool! It is truly our neighborhood’s little general store… with everything you might need at the last minute… including local organic eggs, milk, and produce!
*Poor little guy seemed fine last night, then spiked a fever and has been pretty miserable and pathetic all weekend… guess all three are finally sharing something!*
The walk is one of the best parts of coming here. I love the look of the five of us, walking hand-in-hand (or hand-in-stroller) past the elementary school where we plan to send our boys, down the winding sidewalk next to the bigger houses in the neighborhood, down the steep curving hill beside the church, and finally across the main street. All together. It is dark when we leave, but the street lamps light the way.
On the walk back home, Oliver asks for a “pickie-uppie” and Andrew hoists him up onto his shoulder, warm cheek to warm cheek, “I love you, Pop,” with his hands tucked underneath his belly against Andrew’s chest. “Oh, love you too, Oliver!”
When we return home, we peak in from the outside, through paper snowflakes taped to dirty windows. Our cozy home. And it is enough for a lifetime of Fridays.