Wednesday, April 9, 2014

We’re having a baby boy!

Liz takes the news well.

We are so excited to have a little baby Perry, and he should get here by the end of August. We already love him so much. He jumps around a ton, especially when we’re with an ultrasound tech. I cry every time I see his little heart beat. At every appointment since the eight-week ultrasound, the doctors tell us he’s a tall baby just like his family, and that makes me cry too.

He has also grown everything he needs to hear. This has been both wonderful and awkward. Wonderful, because he wiggles around whenever Chris sings, and I cry because I believe this means the baby loves Chris like I do. Awkward, because his hearing ability, combined with Netflix and three months of my debilitating nausea, means someday soon I’ll have to explain why he thinks Liz Lemon is his mother.

Also: I’ll have to stop swearing (again).

britt

Friday, February 14, 2014

Valentine,

Bob's Donuts November 2011

Last night Ryan invited us over to watch Cinderella, a movie I watched so many times as a child that I burned the tape out of two videocassettes. I have always loved love stories. Today, with Fairy Godmothers on my mind, I’ve been thinking about how Chris and I met, and how there’s virtually no narrative there. Being with him has been the easiest, most natural thing I’ve ever done – but that doesn’t make for great story telling.

We met at a birthday party in a bar, the next day we went to a museum, the next week we went out to dinner. The following months had surprise milkshake runs, movie nights, and holidays with our families. Then we decided to get married because we loved each other. Spending our lives together was not a surprise ending, we didn’t have dramatic obstacles, no crazy ups or downs, no plot twists, and no glass slippers.

And on this February 14th, it doesn’t seem super romantic, but I genuinely love how boring that story is.

britt

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Hyde Street Pier

One of our best friends in the world is turning three this week. So we spent our Saturday morning at his pirate-themed birthday party, snacking on Bob’s donuts and exploring historic ships. Walking along the poop deck of the Balcotha made me feel like I was Captain Freaking Hook. There were beautiful vintage cars and magazines on the old ferry to Sausilito. The whole experience was like visiting a different time. Plus, it's proximity to Ghirarelli's is pretty ideal.

Frankly, it's surprising I haven't been to Hyde Street Pier before now because the number of peanut butter sundaes I eat at Ghirardelli's would give a lesser woman diabetes. I'm just saying, if you love a perfect combination of sweet and salty, creamy and crunchy, wonder and delight... then this pier's location is perfect.









Friday, December 13, 2013

Four Birthdays Party






I love birthday parties, but it's been a while since I had one for myself. In law school, my birthday fell right at the beginning of finals. There was no time for cake and ice cream or anything except feeling guilty about not studying more.

Usually by the time my birthday rolled around my brain was whimpering something like, “You have to stop thinking about Iqbal and Twombly now because I’m full. You’re replacing your ability to tie your shoes and ride a bike with lists of favored and disfavored defenses. I have a splitting headache, but you have actually lost the intellectual capacity to break past a child-proofed bottle of Tylenol. Stop.”

And at that point – even if it’s your birthday – all you can do is move your laundry to the drier, and then IRAC pleading standards for three more hours. And in those three hours, I swear, you lose a little bit of your humanity. No decent human being would keep working, but you have to. So you set aside your “limits,” establish new boundaries, and become a Master Robot of Civil Procedure.

But not this year.

This year, Chris decided we would have a Four Birthdays Party: a party to celebrate turning 27, and 26, 25, and 24... which went uncelebrated due to law school finals. Every hour, on the hour, we sang happy birthday, blew out candles, and cut a new cake.

A funfetti cake, for the birthday I celebrated in the Castro. A chocolate fudge cake, which is a tastier version of our wedding cake. A citrus cake, for the year I graduated from a California law school and passed the California bar. And a carrot cake, for this year, when I've finally been able to celebrate the holidays like a normal person. We also had a brown butter pumpkin cake, my friend Julie brought a hilarious cake with my picture on it, and my friend Meredith brought a delicious chocolate orange cake.

It was a lot of cake, a lot of sparkling cider, and a lot better than the last three years.

britt

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Advent Priorities



My favorite advent calendars, shockingly, do not involve candy. I prefer the the kind where we plan daily, festive activities to do together as Christmas approaches. Chris and I have done this since 2011, and this year we have added a few new activities: cable car caroling in San Francisco, hosting a progressive dinner, and tonight we're ice skating with friends. 

We're flexible with traditions, and of course there are some ideas we love but haven't gotten to every year (e.g. the Messiah Sing Along at Stanford, buying a Christmas tree, watching Home Alone), but there are some advent activities that we are 100% wedded to. If we're still living in California, I'm pretty sure we'll always make time to return to the park where we got engaged. We'll always read Luke 2. And every year, for as long as we both shall live, we will listen to Six to Eight Black Men. Some traditions are too sacred to let go. 

britt

Friday, November 22, 2013

Pinterest Gift Guide Victory


Some prints I found while pinning for my gift guide.

This morning I woke up to an email that Pinterest selected my Gift Guide for Donut Royalty to share with the Pinterest community. I also woke up from a nightmare where I was staring at a little smart phone screen for hours, constantly refreshing the website for the California Bar Examination results, waiting to see if I passed.

Bar results are published tonight at 6:00, and if I failed I'm going to be SUPER depressed. So even though donut Pinterest boards are "trivial," and even though there are approximately a billion boards selected for this 2013 Pinterest Giving Guide... I was really excited about being featured because, today, I'm going to take the victories wherever I find them.

britt

p.s. Thanks to Jeremiah and Megan Perry for being the inspiration for my Pinterest board. Chris and I think we might have you guys in our Christmas gift rotation this year. Pretty sure.

p.p.s. I passed the bar :)

Friday, November 15, 2013

Gathering for Thanksgiving

This is Chris and my brother, Spencer, on Thanksgiving 2011 - the day Chris met my family for the first time. 

Back when I thought I was a philosophy major, I took a class called Philosophy of Food. One of my favorite discussions was on Albert Borgmann’s “focal practice” theory. To give an oversimplified summary, focal practices are things like reading, playing instruments, exploring nature, gardening, and – here is the topical one – the family feast.

I spent this week re-reading my favorite sections of Borgmann’s books, and his language on eating together is some of the most beautiful stuff I’ve ever read. He talks about the gathering power of the family feast. Grandmother, father, sister, child – all come together at a particular moment to invest in the family. We gather ingredients, memories, culinary and social skills, and then we literally and symbolically nourish each other. Obviously it is a huge investment of time and resources, but once the investment is made, there are extraordinary payoffs.

In the warmth of these focal celebrations we are grounded to our past and surrounded by the people we hope to be with us in the future. Our lives become oriented, and an almost reverential sentiment arises. Borgmann says, “When reality and community conspire in this way, divinity descends.” It’s graceful and genuine and, sure, it seems like a lofty goal for a regular Thursday night, but there’s one Thursday every year where this glamorized form of dining really shines: Thanksgiving.

And so Thanksgiving dinner is what I’m thankful for this year. I'm thankful for the countless scoops of mashed potatoes, the steamed up kitchen windows, the orange shag carpet, and my Grandpa's tearful prayers over the food and his posterity. I'm thankful for those cherished Thursday nights that have long-since faded to the place where beautiful memories go to live.

britt

p.s. This is the first Thanksgiving dinner (ever) that I won't be eating at my Grandma's house. So. Indulge a little cheese, please.