"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013."
Eulalie: Seaside gelato provokes deep, serious toddler thoughts.
May 19, 2013
May 16, 2013
new york city : isa
Whilst researching places to eat in Williamsburg, I discovered images of Isa Restaurant and it's knockout interior on pinterest. One click on their website and I was sold... and I tell ya what, it didn't disappoint. While the service was a little too relaxed and the only coffee on offer was Americana style drip coffee (the real low point), all was forgiven by the time the food came out. My salmon and shaved eggs with horseradish was absolutely delicious and Paddy's breakfast pizza was singing to me from across the table. My sister, the svelte one with enviable willpower, ordered a salad of course. It looked pretty darn good too.
The thing that makes Isa stand out from our trip as the cafe in Williamsburg to visit with kids, was the unexpected music and craft class that we happened to stumble on by complete accident. I had no idea when I made the booking, but upstairs was a hype of activity with kids learning to make drums out of household recyclables which they then used to play and sing along to the most gorgeous Spanish children's songs. It was nice to let Lalie have a bit of fun between being dragged around markets, shops and restaurants all day.
At the time of our visit, these kiddo classes were free to diners and were happening every week on a Saturday, but things may well have changed by now. Still, it's worth checking out... if you find yourself in Williamsburg with children in tow, I highly recommend Isa as a rest stop that will satisfy young and old alike.
May 12, 2013
gratitude on mother's day
I will forever be indebted to this beautiful soul for all that she does for me. For all the invaluable lessons she teaches me. For the way she strips everything bare and forces me to reevaluate parts of my life, constantly reminding me what really matters. She exposes me and terrifies me. She brings out the best and the worst in me, loving me constantly and unconditionally, even at my worst moments. Eulalie gave me the gift of motherhood, and even though I know that nothing I do on this earth will ever make up for it, God knows I will spend my whole life trying.
This Mother's Day I have so much to be thankful for - a little girl who is blossoming so beautifully every day, a blooming belly that makes me pinch myself at the thought of having someone equally precious join us so soon... and a gentle and kind husband (and father) who adores us and who brings so much good into our family.
And of course, my own beautiful mother who has so selflessly guided me to this point in my life... who taught me the skills and instilled in me the values that I trust will make me a wonderful mother too.
Happy Mother's Day.
*Mother's day peonies and a curious, bed-headed Lalie in the early morning light. (The peony is a little worse for wear this afternoon, but it was absolutely worth it).
19/52
"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013."
On Sunday evening Lalie came down with virus. Luckily, she's remained in pretty good spirits but we have had to spend the week in isolation due to it being highly contagious to other children. Needless to say, she's pretty keen to hang out with some other kidlets again... and I could really do with a break from playing teachers/doctors/mummys and daddys/peppa pig/hairdressers/picnics/shopping... etc etc etc.
May 08, 2013
May 05, 2013
18/52
"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013."
Four weeks into this project and I'm starting to realise that my blog is, and always has been, heavily laden with Lalie portraits. I need to remember to hold images back from my other posts so that come Sunday, I've got one up my sleeve!
May 03, 2013
subtle seasons
It completely bewilders me to look at these beachy photographs and realise that the images in my last post were taken in exactly the same season, on opposite sides of the world.
In America, we experienced true autumn and all the richness and comfort traditionally associated with the season. Six months on and here we are, back in Far North Queensland, at the same time of year (seasonally speaking) playing in the sand and eating fish and chips on the shore.
This is our Autumn. Lalie slept with the airconditioning on last night and as I sit here typing, I'm wearing light cotton pyjamas (yes, it's nearly 11am), and the fan above me spins on the highest setting. I know that in many ways, we are blessed to have such consistent (hot!) weather, and I'm sure that those of you coming out of a particularly long winter will have little sympathy... but sometimes I find myself in mourning of the seasons. I miss the restoration that a distinct quarterly change brings.
I've been on high alert to the smallest of signs telling me a change is approaching. Just this morning, I noticed a slight temperature drop and the light was distinctly different as it filtered through the kitchen windows. It'll be a while before I dress Lalie in tights and cardigans... but oh how I'm looking forward to that subtle shift. It's been a really long Summer (I'm tired of fish and chips - bring on the soup!).
What are the seasons like where you live?
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