Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

Have a nice weekend!

G is for Gondola

Took the Gondola to Roosevelt Island last weekend!

We went right at the end of the day, so the sun was setting and the light over the city was beautiful. Taking the gondola over to the island is really fun - and super easy! It's just a quick swipe of a metrocard and you're on your way. Graham loooves looking out the window at the city below and of course staring down all of the other passengers. Once we got to Roosevelt Island there was plenty of light for G to run around chasing geese and get nice and worn out.

And for those of you paying close attention, YES this is the same gondola from the beginning of City Slickers on which a very sad Billy Crystal commutes to work in the big, bad city each morning.

BOOM! Dad, has your mind been blown?

Wishy Washy

Thanks for the assistance with the laundry, kiddo. 

Stop! Jamma Time!

Look who came to visit for a WHOLE WEEK!!

Thanks for super fun baths and sharing your cereal and turning the footstool into a boat, Jamma! 

 

We love you and miss you.

 

G is for Grahamentine

Happy Valentine's Day!

The Stephenson's take Valentine's day very seriously. Yes, we know it's a fake holiday. But we like exchanging presents and eating sweets! It's like this fake holiday was created specifically for us. Graham was the lucky recipient of a sporty red tracksuit from Jamma, a new board book (Madeline!) from Tante Leigh, and some cold hard cash from Grandad Kris (already trying to be the favorite). Plus, he got to rip apart a ton of tissue paper and sample some of dad's fancy chocolates (definitely didn't get any of my share.)

XOXO

15 Months Old

G is for Graffiti

Hipster baby took a trip out to Williamsburg this weekend! We hopped on the L train, crossed under the river and met up with some friends at a legit biergarten in an old converted church complete with brass band playing contemporary pop music and people JAMMING right alongside the tubas. Super legit. Super Brooklyn.

G is for Grumbly

G has been in a bit of a grouchy mood the past few days and then last night while brushing teeth I discovered he's had his FIRST MOLAR pop through! Poor kid can't have been comfortable growing that monstrous thing. Hopefully now that it's busted most of the way out, he'll be back to his normal, smiley, impossibly cheerful self.

Though he's not particularly enchanted by the light snow he's gotten to experience, Graham's fondness for the elevator continues to grow and grow. He loves purposefully marching aboard when the doors open. He loves examining the buttons and touching the braille. He loves staring at whomever might already be on the lift. He'll wait so close to the door on our way up, his nose almost brushes against it when it slides open. And he knows exactly how to get to our apartment door once we arrive on our floor.

It's fun to see him learning to follow direction and undertake small tasks. When we ask him to find his shoes, he's able to get them and bring them to us to put on. When we say "time to brush teeth!" each evening, he toddles off toward the bathroom and tries to climb up onto the toilet so he can reach the sink. 

He also knows how to get all around our building. If we say we are going to the play-room, he starts heading in that direction, knowing exactly which hallways to turn down and which doors to go through (which is all the more more impressive if you've ever tried to find your way out of the labyrinth ground floor of our building). He adores going to get the mail, pick up packages, and collect high fives from the doormen and porters.

 

And sometimes he likes to just hold court out in the lobby, grinning at everyone who walks by.

No bigs.