A DOO RUN RUN

last week we went to one of lincoln center's outdoor concert. it was all these reunited 1960s doo-wop girl groups, which isn't my favorite genre or anything, but it was a great time just the same. 

 

also not for nothing but my kid is at the perfect level of fatness right now.

THE MEG RYAN THEORY

i spend a disproportionate amount of time watching meg ryan movies. 

well, you know that, but let's keep going.

i like when harry met sally when i am feeling cerebral, i like you've got mail when i am feeling emotional, and i like sleepless in seattle on the off day when i really need to recite the "shriveled little legs" scene.  

also, french kiss is really good for a day when you need a hit of kevin kline and/or lactose intoleraaaaaaaaaaance!

the other night i was laying in bed letting all my thoughts dance across my eyelids when i had a rather brilliant idea. it was so brilliant i sat up in bed right away to type it out (rather poorly) on my phone, lest the idea get away from me. the glaring light from the screen blinded me and made my eyes ache.

"there is one of us in all of the movies" is what it said when i read it the next morning.

(i'm pretty articulate in the wee hours of the morning.)

(proof: it is only 12:22 am and i just had to consult a thesaurus to come up with the word 'articulate.')

the point is, i am the frank.

i am not the kathleen (i am sorry to say), and i am not the annie, either. i'm not even the sally! although if i had to pick a meg i am most likely the sally.

but no, no, i am the frank. that nut in the observer.

shall we review?

1. i get obsessed with random things.

antlers? cake plates? electric typewriters? the gentle, soothing lullaby of a piece of machinery so perfect...

2. i concoct bizarre theories about things of very little significance.

the whole point behind a vcr, for example. 

and who ever in this world needs to have it be a house rule that they are not allowed to make complicated metaphors when trying to prove a point but a frank? i ask you this in all sincerity!

really, it's quite an honor to be the frank. i am proud to be the frank! i mean, it is certainly better than being the walter for crying out loud but i do not wish to be rude. 

and yet . . . 

in the end, frank gets dumped. don't think that's not lost on me. frank gets dumped, and while we're on the subject, kathleen never fully appreciates him. why is that? why doesn't kathleen love him? i am always wondering this. frank does such a wonderful job being that horn all forlorn! what is he missing here??

yes, i am the frank, and yes, i married the joe.

so there you have it.

(except, i love computer solitaire.)

all of this to say, the other day i bought some vintage 1950s men's frames at the brooklyn flea market. 

they are terribly franky.
(three cheers for finally having vision coverage after a zillion years of grad school!)

and then, we ate milkshakes.

we totally wished you were there with us.

of the meg canon, who would you say you are?

(huck is the jonah. duh.)

SALT WATERS, AND HAPPY WEEKEND!

i field an awful lot of questions about my saltwaters these days. 

are they comfortable? do you like them? do you looove them? can you walk in them for a long time? where did you get them?

i thought i would set the matter to rest for once and for all.

these are my saltwaters, they are rad.

i grew up wearing saltwaters every summer as a kid. i bought the ones i'm wearing now in 2007. it's amazing how little wear they show after so many years.

i have a pair in navy and tan, they're about perfect. they go with everything. i wear one of them practically every day. i'd estimate that this week alone we've clocked in over fifty miles together.  that sounds absurd but it is true.

i'm thinking of someday adding to the family with a red pair. possibly yellow. though i do feel that those punchier colors are more fitting for a frillier girl, a girl who wears her ruffles, rather than the other way around. (my ruffles always say, "look at this girl named natalie that i am wearing. isn't she silly for thinking she could get away with me? how funny does she look?" which is why i never wear ruffles much, really.)

i got mine at mysaltwatersandals.com.

(they are slightly cheaper through shodaca.com)

they are comfortable, i love them, and the minute huck's feet are big enough you better beleive we're going to be twinners.

i also write for babble

here are this week's posts:

huck is nine months old and weighs 22.5 pounds! we're discussing well visits here.

what are your feelings on high chairs? are they a necessity?

and a little more about stroller etiquette.

WHAT WE'RE DOING

my mom and i have been doing a lot of running around lately. when i sit down to try and sort out a way to put it all in the blog so i can remember it, i go a little cross-eyed. so here are our new york adventures according to my cell phone, photo dump style.

being awesome in strollers.

fake shopping (you know, shopping for things you have no intention of buying, like fall coats when it is 103 degrees outside, or anything at all from abc carpet and home, ever.)

spending time in fish's eddy. heaven.

bravely surviving drastic temperatures in the park.

eating lots of baby for dessert.

B-R-U-N-C-H ?

i have decided that we are a brunch family. doesn't that sound nice? brandon thinks that is a cheesy idea, but you know what, brandon?

but can one just decide to be a brunch family? or perhaps one has to earn it somehow? how many brunches until it is official? 

i just have feelings about brunch. amorous feelings. i have feelings like maybe nothing bad could ever happen to a person at brunch. i mean, it's food, that you eat, after sleeping in, mainly involving poached eggs. whoever thought of this idea was clearly a genius, and i would like to leave him my syrupy hollandaise thanks with home fries on the side and a tall glass of diet coke instead of a mimosa, please.

a few saturdays ago it was restaurant week, so we brunched at bar boulud, a very fancy brunchy place indeed. only now that i've typed it out i don't like to say "brunched" in the verb sense, that's silly sounding. good. see? it's important to really know your feelings about brunch, all the way through. i mean, that much is clear.

branodn's brunch includes pate with mini pickles,
because that is just the sort brandon i am married to.