I didn’t take many pictures of my birthday dinner date with Sean, so I almost didn’t write about it. But I never write about dates anymore and this one was so a good one!
We went to Tosca, which is sort of a DC establishment. It’s not trendy or hip. People barely write about it anymore. But I love Tosca so much. This was only second dinner there, but both times the waiters were so friendly and great and the food is so consistently good.
When Sean and I eat multiple courses we decide on a winner for each course. Sean usually wins. But at Tosca we tied for our first two courses! I won the last one…which was not just Sean being nice on my birthday. I legitimately won! ⇓
I broke some pregnancy dining rules by getting seared sea scallops to start and having a few sips of Champagne and white wine. I don’t regret any of it, and I think it added to some of the fun of the evening. It’s funny what becomes the rebellious thing when you’re 34 and pregnant.
Then we just had some great discussions about our relationship and our family and life generally. It made me really happy. One of my top birthday celebrations of all time. Thanks for a great birthday, Favorite!
My parents moved to Pittsburgh back in March, and having them closer is so great! We’ve been to see their new house, and they’ve visited us twice. The last time they came they brought Maggie and Evelyn with them! It was a quick trip but we had lots of fun.
I didn’t take many pictures. In some ways is too bad because Wes and Evelyn were so cute together, but at the same time it’s sometimes nice to not always experience things behind the camera.
My mom brought me boxes of things that I can’t believe my parents have moved from Maryland to Memphis to Maryland to Oregon to Buffalo to Pittsburgh… But then again, I recently thought I lost Wes’s birth certificate and went through some of the boxes in our basement and couldn’t believe some of the things that I moved from Hagerstown to College Park to Silver Spring to Arlington to Springfield, so it runs in the family. (I found his birth certificates and also did an excellent job of getting rid of things (I mean that seriously), in case you’re wondering.) There were some real gems, like this first family picture and the first time I ever tried to write my name.
I had this question myself so just want to clarify that those aren’t boobs. Those are puffy sleeves. Puffy sleeves were very, very important to me growing up. My mom had to cut off and create puffy sleeves on all of my dresses. Also, my dad never wore top hats but this is a reoccurring theme for me. I can’t wait until Wes starts to draw family photos.
But the best was my sister bringing my doll, Carol Linda! I thought I lost her! I’d been texting everyone. I was so happy to be reunited I cried.
She also brought me some clothes made by my mom and grandmothers for she and me when we were little. I feel really lucky to have them for my own daughter.
Then of course I made popovers as their breakfast send off.
They left on the day Wes turned 2.5 so as I added his newest height to my wall, I had the opportunity to add Evelyn’s too! I think I might need to color code it.
For Wes’s 2nd birthday, we celebrated just us three with all of Wes’s favorite things! Staring with pancakes for breakfast. I assure you, he was much, much happier with this than he looks in this picture.
Then we headed back to Frying Pan Farm Park for a morning with the animals. Wes is very into roosters right now. I think it’s all because there’s a rooster that cock-a-doodle-dos about every hour in the produce section of Wegmans. It’s a really big deal. We spent most of our time with the chickens and the small tractors, but if you asked him about what he did at the farm he’ll tell you we saw cows. The mind of a child is such a curious thing.
These are tiny, brand new piggies!
“Hi Roosters!” “Hi Chickens!”
“Daddy here!” “Daddy closer!”
Then we came home, lunched, napped, had a chocolate chip pumpkin cookie snack, and opened gifts!
For dinner we went to our favorite Mexican restaurant because Wes loves chips and quesadillas.
Also limes, it’s kind of weird.
Rounded out with ice cream and chocolate sauce.
And if ice cream weren’t enough we quickly ducked into our neighbor’s house after dinner for a little pumpkin pie and another candle picture.
It was a fantastic day and a great celebration! I’m still not sure I believe I have a two year old though. The first year of life crawled by, but this second year flew. Thanks for all the joy you bring, Wes. Happy birthday!
PS – Last year’s celebrations recapped here.
I’ve been waiting for and worrying about family dinners pretty much all of Wes’s life. Family dinners are so critical, every article seems to shout. The root of so many important life skills! But my child needs to start his bedtime process at 6:30 p.m. (6:00 p.m. if there’s a bath involved!). I can’t eat dinner every night at 5:30 p.m., especially if Sean’s not home yet. But we’ve had a shift! Wes seems to be ready for a 7:30 p.m. bedtime which means everything shifts up half an hour. I probably won’t eat with him on weeknights, but we can have weekend family dinners at home! We’re so excited! A few Sundays ago we had our first in house family dinner and we did it in true Sean fashion. With homemade ravioli that also involved roasting a pie pumpkin for the filling.
Sometimes I play with image order to better tell my story, but this is exactly how things happened. Sean worked the whole time, but Wes would work a little, play a little, work a little, play a little. And there were times where things got a little tough with a small child running around the kitchen, but overall it was lots of fun. We played a Frank Sinatra Pandora station to fit with out Italian theme, and Wes and I occasionally danced to keep little fingers away from Daddy’s projects.
Luckily we had brunch with a friend earlier in the day and we mentioned our pasta making. She asked us about our flour and told us we really needed semolina in order to be successful. So even though we were already pushing nap time at the end of brunch, we made a quick detour and found both semolina and “00” flour, which was the flour Sean’s recipe called for. We only used semolina this time and we really happy with the dough. Next time we’ll try “00” and see what that does.
Very sadly, the only person that liked our pumpkin ravioli with sage butter sauce was me. Sean ate his but wished he’d gone with a different filling. Wes is just a toddler and food can be so hit or miss for him. At least he tried it, I guess. It can be so hard not to make the dinner table a battleground when so much love and effort goes into the food. We didn’t fight, but it didn’t take away from the disappointment that he barely touched it.
That’s the before and after of Wes’s plate. I know you doesn’t look it, but he did it the tiniest amount.
I’m still calling this a success! Because not only did it happen, but I’m already thinking, why did you worry about the lack of family dinners? Of course Wes wasn’t going to go to bed at 6:30 forever, and, no, he’s not ruined because he missed two years of family dinners!
Clemyjontri Park is this huge park near us that makes it possible for children of all abilities to play. It is also about halfway between Angie’s house and ours, so it works out perfectly for a playdate on a nice day. And we’re all so thankful to have some cooler, nicer days.
Wes is so funny to me. For days before seeing Angie he talked about Angie. He woke up on this morning and the first thing he said was, “Angie?” I’ve put the wedding album on the coffee table and he likes to look at it. Not because most of the pages are filled with pictures of Mommy and Daddy but because Angie is in the book! She’s dancing in one picture and so he calls it the Angie dancing book. But then he’s face to face with her and he gets a little shy.
Aren’t Reed and Robbie so cute?
Wes refers to them in one big lump, “Obbie-Eed.”
The boys had fun together and I picked Angie’s brain about silly things like Kindergarten. I know I shouldn’t worry about Kindergarten yet, but guys, 5-year-olds in our county only get 20 minutes of recess for a six hour day! That seems impossible for little bodies and brains to handle! Impossible! I don’t know how to not worry about that. But Angie helped, per usual. Thank you, Angie.
Sunday was National Ice Cream Day, did you know? I love a random National Something Day. I’m trying to remember to mark these random National Something Days on my calendar so we can celebrate them each year now that Wes is here. (We didn’t celebrate this year but I know we will eventually celebrate National Hotdog Day on June 14th and we’ll also figure out how to make Read Across America Day on March 2nd fun in our house.)
So in honor of National Ice Cream Day on Sunday, Wes and I made some! We made this recipe for Honey Peach Ice Cream from Yummy Toddler Food.
I’m sure you have all kinds of thoughts about the fact that he’s naked and the burner’s on. That’s okay. We talked about this a lot and no one was burned.
Wes and I have baked together three times (I’m deciding ice cream making counts as baking here). It is a real lesson in patience. What I thought was going to be a lesson in patience for him, turned out to be very much a lesson in patience for me. Sean made him a tower for helping in the kitchen, and Wes really enjoys seeing what’s happening and helping with the mixing and the dumping and the button pushing.
Button pushing is definitely the best part. I have learned in our short time baking together that things involving the food processor are a much, much better experience for us than things involving just a bowl and spoon. Because Wes wants to do it and everything goes everywhere when there’s a bowl and a spoon.
We cooked our peaches before nap time and churned our ice cream after.
Sneaking a taste!
Then it was barely ready in time for an after dinner treat, but we had some anyway. This is not the ice cream of your life. Even with the extra honey, this is nowhere near sweet enough for me, and I wish I got more peach flavor. Also, because I worked with a toddler I went too slow and our final result is too icy/crumbly. But it doesn’t matter because Wes likes eating and he really liked helping. And while it is stressful, I really like doing things like this with him.
Now go mark your calendars so you’re ready next year!
Sean and I rode bikes together maybe once before Wes was born. But for some reason the idea of toting my small child around with me on a bike is so appealing. I’ve been dying for Wes to get old enough and for the weather to be nice enough for us to all ride bikes as a family. And that time has arrived!
Wes loves putting his helmet on, but doesn’t really love the fact that it has to stay on.
This past Sunday the weather was absolutely perfect for our bike ride and we were more adventurous than usual with our route. It was a great way to spend some time together that morning. Spending time outside definitely makes the day better for everyone.
Have you ridden a bike lately? It is so magical. Flying down a hill with the breeze in my hair transports me back to when I was small and makes me feel free. If you’re able to get your hands on a bike, even by renting one, I totally recommend you reacquaint yourself with bike riding.