From Sarah, while we lay in bed talking about how exhausted (but happy) we are:
“She eats like its her job, and, unfortunately, she has your work ethic.”
Chubby cheek photos to follow this weekend.
One of my favorite running spots in law school was Rancho San Antonio. It represented everything I had hoped for in terms of California lifestyle. Late evening or early morning trail running inevitably led to one or two deer eating breakfast somewhere along a trail or in the main meadow. It always astonished me how fearless these animals were of humans (undoubtedly in light of the preserve life style in which they lived). With our move to San Francisco and then Palo Alto, Rancho did not get as much running love from me as it did when it was a mainstay of my daily post-graduate life. Recently, we have found an alternative and have been taking Eloise stroller strolls at Palo Alto’s Foothills Park. On Tuesday night, we had a picnic dinner down in the valley at Foothills with Eloise. Over the course of the 15 minutes that we were setting up, deer starting rolling into the meadow for their dinner until a group of 13 deer were eating approximately 30 yards away from us. Eloise, with her usual nonchalant charm, acted as if it were no big deal. Then again, she could have thought they were just giant dogs. I love California.
Tom Petty tribute band. Love this ‘hood.
She must because she figured out how to smile and laugh while here.
Well, not actually the plaza, but the Half Moon Bay equivalent. After a rough week or two where I was quite sick and definitely overworked, and Eloise was (resultantly?) unhappy and not sleeping or feeling quite herself, Sarah and I took our weekend on the coast in belated celebration of Sarah’s birthday and our second wedding anniversary. We visited our dream house (a modern, interior courtyard dream a thousand yards from one of my go to surf spots and somehow on sale for a price just out of our price range (of course)). Eloise was particularly good. I broke the vegan lifestyle for the night with some seafood. And Sarah got a well-deserved massage. Smores by the fire pit to end the day. But perhaps the best part was watching the corduroy lines come rolling in while drinking cocktails on Saturday afternoon with the promise of a Sunday morning south swell dawn patrol surf at the jetty. I could get used to this.
Does the same stigma apply to talking about your baby sleeping more than four consecutive hours in the same night? I hope not. Sleeping baby equals happy family.
P.S. When responding to a recent compliment that it was great having Nana under the same roof, it was simply noted: “yes, I am certainly not lonely.” That’s a compliment, right?
More family — Alexis and Dave — came down to visit today. I love how whenever we get together we family and friends, I realize how lucky Sarah and I are to have some great people in our lives. Alexis and Dave are two of the best. And their Montana wedding was epic, as evidenced by the out of the control Sarah and (sister) Katie showing how its done on the dance floor.
I can’t wait until Dave and Alexis starting having kids. No pressure.
So cute. Hint hint Katie.