I consider myself a lucky man. I have a beautiful wife, a healthy daughter, an adorably tiny house and … a dog. Not only do I live in my favorite city, but I also get to live in my dream neighborhood within said city. Life is good! If I’m not careful, I could spend the rest of my days poking around Chicago, eating at my favorite restaurants, playing with Emma at the park, and sleeping in my own bed. It certainly would be easier than dealing with the baby on a plane situation!
Ahhhh! Is there anything better than Labor Day Weekend? Yes, it’s a little sad, as I’m never ready to bid au revoir to the summer. But it’s also pretty wonderful. For us, it’s almost always spent at the Larkins’ lake house, and it celebrates the change of seasons–something Mitch and I adore, despite being such warm weather people. While September and October are going to be jam-packed with travel, we’re excited about playing James Taylor with the windows open, crisp fall air wafting through; driving to the North Shore for bagels and pumpkin coffee, like we do every fall; and cozying up in sweaters and taking long walks around our neighborhood, admiring everyone’s “front stoop decor.” Without a doubt, fall in Chicago is our favorite time of year. :)
Last month, my best friend from New York, Darby, came to visit with her husband, Jason, and their son, Ethan.
Mitch and I have been through a lot with Darbs and Jason. :) We all started teaching at the same school in the Bronx around the same time, and we started dating within a few months of each other, too. “I love yous” were said, proposals occurred, and wedding bells chimed back to back. And then, to make matters even funnier, Darby and I (years later) told each other we were pregnant and learned that our due dates were a week apart. (Ethan came arrived early and Emma was late, so they’re almost a month apart. But still!)
Okay, guys. We’re getting really creative over here for the next couple of weeks. Our family is jet-setting once again, so I’m enlisting you to come up with quick and easy topics to keep this site afloat until we get back from Portland, Oregon. I put this request on Instagram the other day, and I was amazed at how wonderfully thoughtful followers were with their responses! (Thank you, thank you.) But I thought I’d ask my main squeezes (i.e. you) for your suggestions, too.
In case you didn’t notice–and I’m not sure that’s even possible with the deluge of Ocean City photography all over this site–the Larkin family spent the last two weeks of summer down the Jersey Shore, enjoying what can best be described as our collective “happy place.” We love it there.
I’m a jeans girl. I think it all started when my ex-boyfriend and I broke up a long, long time ago. As lots of newly single girls do, I chopped my hair off first. And then I bought a new bag (this one in navy) and my first pair of nice jeans… for a fresh start. Because yes, ladies. All you need to survive a nasty breakup is a different haircut, a new bag and great pair of jeans. It’s just that easy. ;)
And then I met Mitch! Coincidence?! I think not.
Except Mitch does say that all my jeans look exactly the same. So…