Picked up some fresh cherries at the little farmers market across the street from our place. I’m glad that Claudine likes them, but I’m not particularly fond of how she eats them - taking small bites on one side till she gets to the pit, then abandoning them as she goes for another. So I get to eat half eaten cherries. I think if I had to rely on eating what the kids leave on their plates at each meal, I’d be fine. This is why I don’t really eat breakfast anymore - someone is bound to leave food behind (usually C, no surprise).

I’ve been thinking about this blog a lot the last few days. I really enjoy the space here. There is something cathartic about documenting your life, but I would be lying if I didn’t say that on rare occasions I get a wee bit weirded out that strangers know so much about our family, particularly when the kids get recognized on the street. I’ve created it, though, so I can’t complain…and I’m not. I am not such a private person, though some people who know me might think this is surprising. I don’t feel the need to guard my personal experiences so closely, and therefore have never had any qualms about sharing anything with other people if asked, whether it’s about dealing with scoliosis as a teen, or my bout with anorexia, or the miscarriage I had in between the 2 girls, or anything having to do with starting this business (though it would be nice to get a thank you email. Seriously folks, I don’t mind sharing anything, but just send a return email back with some acknowledgment that you got my email so I don’t feel like I’m writing to a void.)

This blog too, has evolved over the past year. It stands on its own and is less about supporting or marketing the business (and anyway, how boring or annoying would it be to read about the mundane details of packaging cookies all the time?). I would love it if we still kept up with posting recipes, but that’s simply not possible with the workload we have these days, which is really disappointing since the initial plan for the blog was to document our meals as much as possible. So what has the blog become? I’m not completely sure other than a space to post photographs. Look, I’m no writer and I’m an amateur photographer at best, but what I do know is that I have gotten to know a lot of people I have never met, which is both odd and cool, and from what I’m hearing, there are many of you who can relate to whatever it is I’m rambling about. Maybe you too have started a business, or you’re also working parents seeking the infamously elusive family/work balance, or you’re also raising biracial children, or maybe you’re missing NYC and this blog makes you homesick. Whatever it is, I didn’t think that when we started this blog a little over a year ago, that I would be making so many little relationships. My only hesitation at times is that I get a bit self conscious that this whole thing is one narcissistic exercise (and I’ve expressed this before), but I suppose most blogs are. So why do we blog? What is this all about anyway?

Page 139 in this issue of Martha Stewart Weddings (sorry for the rather crappy photo which makes the hearts look totally weird - it’s dark outside and raining again. Gee, imagine that).

We’re at my mom’s house the last 2 days which means we get to eat comfort food like vegetables grown from my dad’s garden including spicy pork and rice wrapped in perilla leaves. It also means we get to eat things like frozen red bean pops, a favorite of ours because it’s not too sweet. Contrary to what you may think, Mark and I are not big ice cream eaters and I can count on 1 hand how many times I’ve had ice cream this year (the kids on the other hand…). Crazy, right? Obviously it’s not because we don’t like ice cream, we just don’t think to buy it when we’re at the store and Mark’s been too busy to make any.

Oh and this package of Fried Hard Tack? Have no idea what it is and have never seen it in their house before. Engrish at it’s best. I’m not really even tempted to open it. All I know from the package is that it’s “high quality and elegance” and that it’s meant to be enjoyed during my leisure time.

Perfect weekend weather. It only rained once (briefly), but it was a sun shower and it made a rainbow.
A fun and relaxing birthday party in the park. The kids made and painted their own wheelbarrows. Brilliant idea.

This was the sky around 8:45pm tonight (yeah, I do live across the street from Staples, which has proved useful to say the least). The strangest, brightest sky I’ve seen over NYC in a long time. It started off this eerie golden color, then shifted to orange, then pink and purple. Apparently there were really weird bumpy clouds too, but they must have been localized over Manhattan because I didn’t see it, but heard reports of people all over the city stopping, gawking at the sky and snapping up photos and uploading them all over the internet like mad.

Yesterday was a strange day, yes? But the manner in which events unfolded was fascinating. If you were on your computer yesterday afternoon around 2ish, then you know what I’m talking about. Like many of you, I learned about Michael Jackson being hospitalized on twitter when all the social networks were ablaze with chatter on rumors that he had already died. Like we were all trying to figure out what happened together. I don’t usually celebrity worship, but I had a lump in my throat when it was confirmed. I don’t remember feeling that way with any other celebrity, not even when Kurt Cobain died and I clearly remember where I was, in the recording studio at school working on a session with my class when one of our classmates came in and broke the news. This was at Evergreen in Washington, a school that Kurt used to hang around, so it was especially sobering news since it was so close to home. John F. Kennedy Jr? Jeff Buckley? Elliot Smith? Sad sad sad! And I still lament over the loss that is Jeff Buckley, so it surprised me that I felt so melancholy when I heard about Michael, considering I hadn’t really thought about him at all in years. But who doesn’t have some kind of connection to Michael Jackson? I grew up on repeats of the Jackson 5 cartoons and religiously watched their variety show in the 70s. Even my parents felt compelled to buy the Thriller album on vinyl because it’s just what everyone did when it came out regardless of whether or not you were a fan, and so the record sat there filed among the classical and Korean records, the one lonely American pop album in the collection. Like most people of my generation, he was a huge part of my childhood. I guess this is why I’ve been mostly watching the older stuff with the Jackson 5 and the Off the Wall days on YouTube and showing it to the kids. Even with knowing about his exploited, abused childhood, there’s something about watching 10 year old Michael sing and dance before the crazy fame, the accusations, the lonely and strange life, that is particularly sad.

And one more thing? What is up with people trying to make those of us mourning his death feel bad? Yes, we know that he’s been monopolizing the news when there are people being killed every day and extraordinary things are happening in Iran, but what, we can’t acknowledge his life and death, no matter what became of his life in recent years?

It’s true that most days we get junk and bills in the mail, but in the few day before our trip, we received a bounty of happy packages. My friend Tami, designer/owner at Ismodern, was generous as usual with her package of samples for the girls, including the elephant print dress that Claudine was wearing on day 2 of our trip which I love love love. But the best news of all? Tami is packing up her life in LA and relocating her family to NYC this summer, yay! I get asked many times what I dress the girls in. People! Head over to the Ismodern site now where Tami always has past seasons on sale and help her lighten her load for her cross-country move.

The other question I get asked a lot (actually the number 1 question) is about the camera that I use. I recently bought my first DSLR - a Canon t1i, which I’m still learning how to use. I debated for a long time between Canon and Nikon, but the decision to go with Canon suddenly became clear when I realized that an overwhelming number of photographers that I admire all used Canons. The answer then became quite easy. But as any photo enthusiast and professional can tell you, it’s all about the lenses and I knew I wanted the 50mm EF 1.4, which arrived and is pictured below. The danger of buying lenses, however, is that you want more and more. Not so easy when they are so expensive.

Two more packages - a Mark Jacobs dress marked way down on clearance. Not so sure about the loose cut and shape, but love the print. And we don’t buy other sweets very often because we are around it so much, but I WILL buy artisan, handmade chocolate bars from our friend Nina’s company BonBonBar. These were for Mark for Father’s Day. We are savoring and sharing 1 bar a day till they’re gone.

Short trip, and we are back in the city already. Although it is good to be back home, this evening is a huge contrast to our quiet nights upstate, where there was nothing but silence and pitch black darkness as we went to sleep. As soon as we stepped into our apartment around 6pm, we heard party noises from down the block and a DJ blasting Lady Gaga and Rhianna from its sound system. Welcome back to Brooklyn. The kids were hyped up once we got back home too, chasing each other like banshees up and down the hall. These were the same kids that sat quiet as mice for almost an hour this morning, bird watching out on the back deck?

Our last day was spent having breakfast at an old, authentic diner called Danny’s with Mark’s dad, uncle and an old family friend. It’s never fun saying goodbye. As we drove south, clouds gathered and rain started to fall. Funny that we managed to escape the wet weather while we were away up north, even getting a little sunburned in the process, while the city still stood under clouds. On the way back we stopped for a long break at the outlet mall. Sheesh, we are so freaking American.

Wegmans, possibly the greatest supermarket.

A windy picnic by the lake with our Wegmans bounty.

Strawberry picking.

Lazyman’s strawberry shortcake: store bought Angel Food Cake, organic just-picked strawberries and whipped cream from a can. No, Mark did not want to cook while on vacation. Oh, and by the way, Mia did a blind taste test between strawberries bought at a store and the ones we picked this afternoon. She totally called the picked ones as without a doubt being more tasty because they were sweeter all the way through, whereas the store ones were only sweet on the outside and bland in the middle. So true.

Claudine learns to spell “happy”.