Labor Day

Nailing down our bathtime routine.

A friend of mine recently told me that she grew up believing that everyone celebrated Labor Day because it was the day her mom had gone into labor with her.  Kids!  Peter, Jack and I celebrated Labor Day by settling back into city life.  We found a new place for all of the things we'd acquired (baby stuff! it's a battle!) and packed away most of Jack's newborn sized clothing, which he'd just grown out of.  We took walks around the block and had some friends over for homemade pizza (more on that later).  We cooed at Jack and cooed at eachother and tossed around the word 'jellybean' enough to nauseate innocent bystanders.  We even spent an evening out on the town, just the two of us, which felt like a national holiday in and of itself.  I had three tequila cocktails and felt excited like a teenager.  Bottles had been pumped in advance and Pete let me sleep for six hours in a row.  For the record: dinner was at 6 and I was in bed by 8:30, in case any of you were under the impression that I am cool.

Here are a few snapshots from the weekend to help ease you back into that Back-to-School mentality that Labor Day brings.  (PS Prepare yourself for the ultimate homemade pizza recipe this week!)

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It's all fun and games until someone has the hiccups.

 

Daddy & Jack take a break from the Nadal match.

 

Googly eyes! Raptor arms!  Roar!