JUST BECAUSE IT'S TUESDAY

you know it might be time to write a blog post when your husband texts you in the middle of the day out of nowhere and asks, "gonna write a post any time soon?!?!?!"

well then, baby. this one's for you.

so the first thing you should know is, i am possibly dying of allergies. lest you think i am exaggerating . . . well, i am always exaggerating. 

in other news. i've started to keep a list of some of my favorite words. just for hells bells and things. very near the top of the list is the word "ache." it's so poetic. not to mention terribly melodramatic and lovely. four little letters, such a big meaning. it's practically an onomatopoeia, if you take the time to consider it. (also on my list: onomatopoeia).

and now for some photos, that's how this blog works.

▲▲▲ a few weeks ago our holbs the intrepid bought huck a kite. five dollars, it was a penguin. brandon had that look in his eye like some major father-son bonding type stuff was about to go down, it was the most beautiful thing. after a successful first run one windy saturday afternoon we decided to invite a few friends to join us for a sunday evening reprise. huck brought his favorite toys of the moment and a few of us met up at pier 1 on the hudson, which is the windiest spot in the city, seriously it will blow your clothes off down there.

huck is a natural kite string holder. i taught him to sing "let's go fly a kite," which, WELL. ovaries. spontaneously combusting. errwhere. the kite performed majestically and then i got the idea like i wanted a try at it and so of course the wind blew extra hard and snatched that kite right out of my hands, and off it went into the breeze, flying off toward the city, before crashing into the hudson. 

as we watched it sink we paid our respects. we told huck the penguin kite was swimming back to his family at the south pole . . . brandon has epic plans of replacing it with a kite that costs at least ten dollars this time. also i've probably lost kite privileges for a little while.

rest in peace, penguin kite. rest in peace.

▲▲▲ i do a lot of atrocious things in the name of rice krispy treats but this might have been my most brilliant. from left to right we have: peanut butter chips, some melted, some preserved in their virgin state; nutella (not my favorite combo, why don't i love nutella like i'm supposed to?); white chocolate with sprinkles; and then naked, which is how i usually like my RKTs. spoiler alert! peanut butter chips are beyond amazing on a krispy. and here's a pro tip from me to you: keep them in the fridge.

and now i am going to tell you my deep dark secret: i stuff a plate worth of rice krispy treats into my face like a cave woman every sunday afternoon. the thought of those krispies are the only thing that gets me through three hours of church. i have a system. 3 handfuls of mini marshmallows in a bowl, for 30 seconds in the microwave, you stir in juuuust enough rice krispies to make it mostly marshmallowy but still somewhat rice-y (coat yer spoon in pam spray first), then you smoosh it out on a plate and let it sit in the fridge for about 5 minutes. it makes enough for two people if you're not me (i do sometimes share), but the deal of it is, NO BUTTER. i mean, but have it your way.

▲▲▲ i want to french kiss whomever invented korean tacos and korean hot dogs. get over here and let me make out with you. these are from the asia dog stand over at madison square eats, which is going on through the end of the may at the base of the flat iron. that kimchi hot dog is not for the faint of heart. props to me for only maybe successfully using the word "whomever" up there. i mean . . . i have no idea.

▲▲▲ hen plucked a twenty dollar bill out of brandon's cash stash the other day like a pickpocket and decided it was a treasure map and he was a pirate. he carried it around a few days, rolling it up and clutching it in his chubby fist, unrolling it and pointing at various spots here and there, shouting, "arrrrr!" and, "mama, i a pirate!" and, "buwwy tweasure!" he finally got bored with it after about two days. that's some stamina! it was really cute while it lasted but heavens, twenty bucks! it was exhausting making sure he didn't lose it.

▲▲▲ a few unnecessary photos from our stop at the playground on the promenade this weekend to take us out. (here's this same playground this time last year, oh my baby's so grown up!). this boy plays hard and negotiates hard. it's funny when your kid becomes people, and i'm just really into the way his little brain works. two and a half is good. by golly, i'll keep him!