As we were landing into John Wayne airport, I was blabbering like a little brat about how much I didn’t want to be there. The sight of Orange County made me mad; I wanted to be flying back to New York, to the place I had longed to call home for so long. Almost two weeks have passed since that moment and I am no longer mad at Orange County, rather I have been made aware at how pale New York has made me. The sun lives in Orange County year around, it’s incredible. Harlow Jude has been able to play outside every single day (she doesn’t like the grass on her legs as you’ll see below), I’ve finally weaned from believing she needs to be layered, and I’ve been with at least one of my sisters everyday.
I promise I will slowly stop longing and writing about my desire to be in New York over time, and your interest in this blog will grow stronger as the negativity is lifted.
I cut her mullet off and she looks adorable, her first haircut!
Visiting with Sara’s parents.
Harlow Jude finally met Uncle Andy and Aunt Krista. Andy was definitely getting his training in for his soon to be father title. I’m so glad we saw them, and able to see Krista looking beautiful pregnant.
The past couple of weeks have been interesting. We left New York (I am still wiping away the tears), traveled to Wisconsin for one week (we went sledding), was delayed in Dallas (Harlow Jude got sick) and finally landed in Orange County (we left behind our winter coats)! We have been living out of suitcases (six of them if you really want to know how I’ve overpacked) and will continue to do so for another two weeks. We have slept in five different beds, with another two in the near future. Harlow Jude has met more people and played with more toys in these last two weeks than she has in her entire ten months. Seeing Harlow Jude with both of our families has been really special and evident that what we are doing is the right thing for her. It’s one thing to think it, it’s a completely other thing to see it in front of you.
Wisconsin was wonderful. Peter and Sara are such incredible grandparents; I feel lucky that Harlow Jude has them. They took us sledding, bought Harlow Jude toys, cooked us every meal and just loved her. Wisconsin was very relaxing, cold and far too short.
While New York has been looking beautiful in a blanket of snow, we have been hibernating away inside for up to six days at a time. I’m pretty sure that I’m more anxious than Harlow Jude about getting outside, but keeping her entertained these days is much more difficult. With Harlow Jude being the crawling machine that she is, I can’t turn my back for a second without her scooting up the stairs and into something mischievous. Jacob taught her how to scoot down the steps, a quick learner this one.
We haven’t had many nice days, but this was a wonderfully sunny 50 degree day where no giant stroller, blanket and cover were needed. It was such a treat to not have to take the elevator everywhere we went.
We went to dinner one night and it was so cold that even in the restaurant we needed to stay bundled. Also while in this restaurant, a couple asked to move tables because I was breastfeeding, ah New York.
A farewell lunch with my friend Gur, whom I’ve known since L.A. for almost 10 years now. I really only show you this picture because Harlow Jude has been making this squinty disgusted face for awhile now, and it’s just so funny. I’m glad I finally captured it.
This is old, from the Empire State Building with grandpa & grandma, but I thought it was so sweet I want to share it.
Our big move has taken over my life. Problems with our apartment have arisen, packing is a menace, and I have this nagging feeling that I am forgetting something huge. While we have had our last pediatrician appointments and dental visits, have dates set for our last good-byes with friends, and an apartment ready to be shipped across the country for the second time in our marriage, that feeling of uneasiness lingers. Secretly it is probably that I have so much to do for us in regard to San Francisco that I feel unfinished here in New York, or maybe it is simply that I feel my time here is unfinished. I have dreamed about living in New York my entire life (ask my grandma about the 7am phone calls serenading Sinatra’s, “New York, New York” to her from the ripe age of 6), and when we moved here with a job at DVF in one pocket and a new marriage in the other, life seemed to be unfolding down a very glamorous path. Alas, our life has taken a different path, one of which ended up with poop all over my jeans today on the 1 train. A very different path indeed.
Harlow Jude is now nine-months-old, 18 pounds 6 ounces and 29 inches tall and a really good helper with packing.
I made mazes throughout the house with boxes, Harlow Jude loved crawling through them all.
Some hats we found while packing up.
We’re six weeks away from moving out of New York, and I feel as though the countdown has truly begun. I have made a list of must-do things before we leave (eat pizza at Roberta’s, walk the Highline again, visit the Gaultier exhibit . . . ), a list of have-to things before we leave (return our cable modem) and a list of things to sell before we leave (anyone interested in an iMac 27″ computer?). I have made our final doctor’s appointments, arrangements for our apartment to be shipped and stored, our utilities to be turned off, and of course booked our airfare. We leave New York on March 5th for Wisconsin and then to Orange County on the 12th where we will remain until March 31st.
April 1st will officially be the first day of us settling into a new city and a new chapter of our lives (so cheesy, right?). Jacob has been waiting for me to want to settle down somewhere (perhaps it’s a childhood of going week to week and month to month between parent’s houses that left me with the feeling that I need to be able to pick up and leave at a moment’s notice or that never being settled is the only thing I have known, but I digress), I am ready, officially and honestly. Jacob moved to Los Angeles to be with me, and then he hopped in our car and drove across the country to New York to be with me again. I told him it was his turn to pick any city and I would follow him, it was his well deserved turn. And so, San Francisco here we come! Not only is this Jacob’s turn to pick a city, this has become the city of choice for us to settle down in. We are saving to buy a house, scoping out the schools for Harlow Jude and searching for a church to call home. We are very excited.
While I am busily packing up our apartment in this 8 degree weather, not many outings will be taking place. And so, I leave you with a few adorable pictures of Harlow Jude in the meantime.
Suitably dressed for our cold weather, taking refuge in a coffee shop.
My friend Anna came to visit from Chicago. Harlow Jude has been going through a bit of stranger anxiety, but I was able to capture a few photos of her without looking upset.
We were all dressed up with nowhere to go. My girlfriend had come down with a horrible ear infection, and so we stayed dressed up inside for the day.
Oh just goofing with drumsticks in our mouths.
Rocked to sleep.
On our way for a jog.
I mean, model right?