Wednesday, October 28, 2015

outer banks wedding weekend.



steph is one of my best besties, so when she met the man of her dreams michael in a whirlwind of love (& internetty-ness; they met on match.com!) & announced they'd be getting married in september in the outer banks it was like, of course we're going to that.


steph & michael were married by the sea, in front of a gorgeous old brick lighthouse, surrounded by the billions of people (it felt like!) who love them. steph is just one of those people that is beloved by all, you know? anyway, the weather was beautiful (& hot!), & a bride couldn't ask for anything more for her wedding day.


our bishop from here in nyc married the two of them, & it was excellent, not only because it was over & done with, nay, signed, sealed, delivered, in about 8 minutes. it was quick! so we could get straight to the party :) 

love this picture of steph:

 

do you see michael's sons behind him twinning in their red pants?


happy day!


us, afterwards, with the million things for baby it seems we carry around with us 24/7 these days:



the reception was held at one of the gigantic, gorgeous vacation homes along the coast. check out that dreamy view from one of the two (!) decks:


i love norah's face in these. i carried her around in a backpack all weekend:


item no. 718 of decor/design/fun ideas i wish i had at my wedding reception: a photo booooooooth:


i'd like to formally apologize for my face in these next two photos. i think i was trying to communicate the high level of fun happening at the reception? maybe? the face i will not apologize for, though, is maggie's. look at her there, in the yellow. is it possibly the worst moment of her life?


a bride & groom selfie. a brelfie? grelfie? michael's all "heyyyyyyyy i'm sick of smiling for photosssss......." ha:


toting around a child of my loins AND the complex af carrier with which i toted around said child of my loins did NOT stop me from getting out there right in the middle of the dance flo': 


(also i'm 100% sure that's norah's pacifier clipped to my dress, dangling & bouncing to the beat, so)

(i could barely fight off all the single hot men, is what i'm trying to say)


i am LOVING norah & steph's interaction in these photos:


again, BARELY FIGHTING OFF THE SINGLE HOT MEN AS YOU CAN SEE:


our matching bare feet easily clinched the deal for any prospective single hot men:




<3 <3 <3 <3


thanks gap for all you see happening on norah currently:


this interaction between scott porter, last seen on the blog HERE, & norah frandsen, last seen on the blog everywhere, has me cracking up. where he got the wig from, i suppose that will remain one of the great mysteries of the universe. norah's like "WHAT" but she's also, i dunno, actually kinda into it?




these next few photos also have me cracking up. i think we decided that somewhere nearby someone else was taking a photo with a flash? anyway, the quality of these goes from bad, to worse. you'll see:



HEL-lo!


such a fun weekend. more photos of outer banks prettiness to come!

Thursday, October 22, 2015

hold on to your butts!


by a long shot, our new favorite museum is the cooper hewitt design museum. i had heard a lot of good things about it, so a few saturdays ago we decided to check it out, leading to the discovery that THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST IDEAS WE'VE EVER HAD. the museum actually has a somewhat eclectic collection--an exhibit on textile design was next to a hallway featuring mid-20th century advertising & posters, followed by a tiny room showcasing woodwork models, a behind-the-scenes look into how pixar movies are designed, & so on. we loved this one room where you drew on a tiny screen & your design was projected onto the three walls around you:


the museum is located in the andrew carnegie mansion, & it's this perfect old giant of a house. sadly i only took ONE PHOTO of the inside, &.....here it is:


we also got a photo in the beautiful stairway...where we took a quick break to feed norah a bottle. whenever norah drinks a bottle, even if it's right after she wakes up, she gets real sleepy & rubs her eyes almost nonstop. maybe it's the sucking motion that reminds her of her pacifier, which these days we try to only give her at naptimes & bedtimes? she's like a cute, human version of pavlov's dog.


a few nights after visiting the museum, ben & i got a babysitter & went to hold on to your butts. now, if you read that phrase & thought, "hey, that sounds familiar," YOU'RE RIGHT. it's samuel l. jackson's oft-repeated (okay, he actually says it only twice, but those two times live in the mind FOREVER) line in the cinematic classic jurassic park. hold on to your butts is a comedy show in which two men reenact jurassic park in its entirety (while a third person sat to the side doing all the side effects). 

you guys. hold on to your butts was one of the best--IF NOT THE BEST--shows we've been to all year. we were ROLLING in the aisles, it was so, SO funny. i can't even really try & do the show justice. they nailed all the great &/or funny things about jurassic park--one of them even acted out the goat!--had hilarious, random props, & it was all gold. just pure comedy gold. it was SO good.


randomly, there's a trailer for the show, & it's so insanely worth watching it's not even funny. like seriously, please watch it right now. i even embedded it in this post & everything, to make it THAT much more easier & convenient for you to watch it:


SO funny, right?? after watching this video ben & i ACTUALLY spent a significant amount of time working out our own version of the theme song they sing in this trailer, complete with harmonies & all (i sing melody, ben takes the higher harmony line). if you're one of those lucky, dang lucky people who follows me on snapchat, maybe you'll remember we performed a small snippet of it & sent it off to all of you (or maybe you tried to erase that memory from your brain & even now are experiencing traumatic episodes in your head trying to re-forget it after i've mentioned it here). if you somehow unluckily missed that snapchat, or are not one of the lucky, dang lucky people who follows me on snapchat, & would like to hear an harmonized version of ben & i performing the jurassic park theme song, send me a request by email/snapchat/facebook/ben's email/twitter/ben's twitter/instagram/ben's instagram/ben's facebook/vine/text/text ben/owl.

a side-by-side comparison of baby (more like toddler) ben & baby norah. i'm finding it pretty spot-on:



i call this next series "little baby in a big* bed"

*big-ish...can you believe we only sleep on a full?! ben & i, both clearing five feet ten inches in height, squish on there together & needless to say things get real cozy at night, whether we want them to get that way or not :)



norah loves crawling around on our bed (she usually gets so excited to be on our bed that she goes a little nuts, but cutely & gleefully so) & pulling the covers up over her head:




norah as the messiest eater in all the land (actually, this level of messiness isn't bad at all. believe it or not, this is one of her **cleaner** moments as an eater of solid foods)




^^those last two photos. that cheeser grin. i diiiiiieeeeeeee.

a few weekends ago, ben's sister rachel & her husband jonathan came to town to attend a friend's wedding, & they brought their youngest kiddo, mary. now, norah & mary alice have a long, looooong history of best friendship/cousin-dom, (& they're only a week apart in age!) so it was a happy reunion for everyone involved. 




norah expressed her excitement, appreciation, & love for mary alice's presence by treating her like a la-z-boy:


norah getting her lounge on:



























  dat gut <3:



bedtime stories (+ a rare moment in which norah is actually paying attention to the story)


dat side eye:


& now, time for everyone's favorite blog segment, screeennnshoootttttts of my snapchhaaaaatttts!


museum-goers:


norah in tights & bloomers is quite possibly my favorite version of her:


so, this is funny: we take a lot of family selfies in our apartment building elevator (that's not necessarily the funny part, unless you're like, "selfies! what a trite tool of the vapid, vain, & entitled millenial generation! how amusing!"). anyway, so whenever we selfie as a family, i stick my phone way up in the air to get all of us in it & we all end up craning our necks looking up at it. my face always seems to be closest to the bright elevator light overhead, so in every elevator photo it looks all white-washed. it makes me think of that arrested development episode every time, where gob gets lucille a fake license to make her appear younger, & he "airbrushes her into oblivion." haha.


norah's has almost fully grown out of her little "hi" hat & i'm devastated (that's only a slight exaggeration). needless to say, i'm on the lookout for her next ballcap that will match with basically anything she wears (which is usually grey, blue, cream, denim, pale pink, or dusty rose). a tall order, size 6-12 or 12-19 month old ballcap, ARE YOU OUT THERE? DO YOU EXIST? WILL YOU WAIT FOR ME? 


 




& the end!

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