Yesterday we had our first big snowstorm of the winter and that meant a snow day for the city! I actually work from home on Tuesdays, but I was still all like… … and since James still needed to walk to his office he was all like … … despite the fact that I sacrificially tromped through the snow alongside him in a show of support. Ok, so really I just wanted to play a while and throw fluffy white stuff in the air before cloistering myself inside to study, to which James was all … … until I gave him this endearing facial expression… … and he caved and let me have a snow throwing fest, party of one. AND IT WAS MAGICAL, just like this city when it’s all coated in white. Despite his apparent lack of enthusiasm in these pictures, James actually did enjoy our snowy tromp across Capital Hill. How can you not? Everyone gets a little ridiculous with the first snow. Everyone was racing down the streets on sleds, building motley snowmen on sidewalks, and catching flakes on lashes and tongues. It won’t be this exciting if it’s still coming down in March, but for February, this snow was just right. How about you all — who had snow days this week? I know that our measly 8 inches pales in comparison to Boston’s million feet or any winter survived by Laura Ingalls and co, but it was still wonderful enough to slow us down for a day. How have you been spending these snowy winter days?
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramI recently pried an entire scoop of mud and 2 rocks from Etta’s mouth but girlfriend will not tolerate a single bite of ANY fruit. She acts like strawberries are straight poison, but recently downed 3 tacos that the rest of us deemed too spicy. She loves broccoli, hates blueberries. One thing I have learned as a parent: you cannot make a child eat. So about a year ago, I stopped fighting meal battles. I choose what to offer and when, they choose what to eat and how much. That’s it. Don’t like dinner? Get comfy till breakfast. And you know what? When I stop fighting, they stop resisting, and we all eat better. Because here’s the thing: I would eat exclusively tacos if I could, and I also only like my drink in one specific cup. I get it, the pickiness. Learning to eat is part of learning to live, and when I recognized that my job is about forming and responding to habits and tastes, instead of forcing the right number of calories in- it is so freeing. I do not always have a healthy relationship with food, and I desperately want that for my kids. What are the parenting battles that you find it better (not to be confused with easier!), not to fight? [Best tacos in the city are these, from @tacobamba ]Home is where they are. Also the place that we just committed to paying for over the next 30 years.