thanks, new york

4:00 am house departure. layover. propeller plane. mouthy cabbie. hiya, baby! delicious smells. entanglement. japanese whiskey. genever. port. charcuterie. catching up. lending a hand. company arrival. cooking away. dinner complete. knuckle shaved. one fell off and landed under the bed. thanksamazing dinner. korean sweet potatoes! doctoring. spearmint alcohol. cleaning up. so long, friends. hello, lover. delicious rehash. laying low ’til nightfall. leaving to launder. best turkey sandwiches ever. food adventure. lamb burger. beer, beer, beer and biscuits. Sean & En. cumin burps. fried octopus balls. szechuan peppers. yokocho and angel share. black sesame ice cream. williamsburg crif’s. walk to the pier. oysters and whiskey. daddy long legs. brian greene. grilled cheese with pickles. fried egg sandwich. fao schwarz. central park. turkey soup. goodbye, my darling.

a few of my favorite sounds

Watty laughing in his sleep.

The rustling of the sheets when you roll over and put your arms around me.

The sincere pauses in your silly rants.

Bruno’s (and every other animal and most human impressions) as performed by Amber.

My baby’s Texas twang.

Werner Herzog saying anything.

The sound of a man’s hand rubbing his stubble while answering questions on a radio interview. (Specifically, Tom Waits)

all i want for christmas

is to stop blowing my goddamn nose. all day, everyday for three weeks is enough already.

only a ninja can sneak up on another ninja

i lied

i did not put Watts to sleep in his own bed last night. i didn’t want to and i’m glad i didn’t because he had awful coughing fits all night.

i’m pretty sure getting him to sleep on his own will be harder for me than him. great.

ode to my tyrant

i. love. you. the good and the bad. the clean and the dirty. the crazy and sane. the sweet and the sour.

i love your crazy expanding language and the wonderful vibrant conversations we carry on. i love your feet. i love that you still let me coddle you, yet make sure to state that “babies can’t do…” whatever activity it is that you are engaging in. i love that you are (almost) fearless. i love how much strength you have in that little body. i love that you love the sky and always want me to take pictures of it. i love your sense of humor. i love that you call me “mawm”. i love your Texas twang. i love that you love my chocolate banana bread more than almost anything else in the world. i love that you love to play dudes. i love that you love to dance. i love that you love to cook. i love how incredibly smart you are. i love your crooked smile. i love your funny faces. i love the way you smell. i love how you cannot keep a secret and cannot wait to tell me everything. i love that when you see me come in the door you run up to me and throw your arms around me.

i. love. you. always. i am so lucky to be on this crazy roller coaster ride with you.
i gave you life and you, in turn, breathed life back into me.

note to self

never make a big goddamn deal out of picture day (or anything else for that matter) because it will backfire all over you and your stupid excitement.