Just another weekend

Last weekend was a pretty fun filled weekend for us, so I thought I would post a few pictures from it.

First up, it was my first Friday working from home without Barry there as well. I'm not going to lie, it was really, really hard. I had 4 conference calls - most of which I had to stay on mute bc Sloan was noisy - and a ton of emails to send out. She is a great napper, but nobody can sleep the day away!

Sloanie Bear helping me with my work early a.m.
I took this  picture mostly to show off the crab butt in her PJs. 

Tummy time in the mirror

Our new Bumbo seat!
(I originally bought a different brand of seat, but she is too tiny for it) 

Later that evening Cousin Emily came over to babysit Sloan so we could go to a Cowboy Mouth concert. Cowboy Mouth is a crazy band whose lead singer is also the drummer. He puts on quite a show. Everybody brings plastic red spoons to the show and throws them at the drummer/singer during one of his songs. 

Drummer/Singer

Red Spoons

Saturday was full of errands, but a few pictures into our world:

Lounging with Dad

We dressed her like a biker chick. Her socks say "Dad" on the hearts 

Hey Warby, that's my chair!! 

Sunday was super fun for us. We had a reunion with all of the moms/babies from our New Mom Group.

Getting ready in the morning. Collar popped! 

The whole crew L-R:
Kerri/Sloan, Emma/Vivian, Sam/Oli, Anna/Lulu, Suzette/Lucia, Thao/Ava

Baby Flower!
You wouldn't know it here, but Sloan is the third oldest. Only Ava, to her left, and Lulu, directly across from her, are older. 

That wasn't the best part of the day though, this was:

New Year's on the Eastern Front...

Possibly one of the most overrated places to be on New Year's Eve, which is already and overrated holiday, is New York City. Anyone in their right mind (who doesn't live in Manhattan) stays as far away as possible and those who do have the privilege of living in Manhattan know it best to repel themselves from midtown like good music from a Creed concert. Forget Times Square and the ball drop. Seriously, forget it. Watch it on TV. The only reason to be out on New Year's Eve is if you are carrying a stolen copy of the frozen orange juice crop report. But I digress.

Two days after arriving back in NYC from The Atlanta Christmas Adventure, we packed up Randy's car (thank you again, Uncle Randy Pants) and headed to the magical place known as Dick's Bridgehampton. Over the past two years we have been lucky enough to join Richard and friends at his Eastern Outpost on summer weekends and the occasional early fall jaunt but this year it was to be a New Year's Fiesta. At least as much of one that can be had with a newborn.

We had our first snow...

It wasn't much snow but a good first exposure.
No chance for a snowman this time.

Deer sightings...

Sloan wonders what we were making her look at

Dick's back yard. There were as many as seven at one time.

Masterfully crafted dinners....

Straight from the Adam Perry Lang collection -
grilled lamb, polenta and asparagus salad

New Year's Even dinner was another APL special -
grilled-on-coals tenterloin, salt and vinegar
duck fat fries (with home made salt),
creamed roast garlic spinach and special salad

Popcorn Sundae for dessert

The Eastern Front Celebrants around the dinner table.

These dishes aren't going to do themselves.

Holiday cocktails...

Hooray for a New Year!

Special cocktail of the night

and even time for an art lesson...

Dad describing the work of elusive street artist Banksy.

At the end of 2012, Kerri and I did our best to reflect, realize and give thanks as to how lucky we are to have the best daughter, the best families and the best friends on Earth. Seasons will come and go, years will tick by and we will get older but every day is better for us than the last and we are truly thankful to be living in this moment. It's our only hope that we can make the absolute best of what we have in front of us. Here's to a great 2013!