Side Note: Weird that this is the second blog post title where I’ve randomly used RHCP lyrics. Strange that they would come to my mind so readily..
Anyway, on to V-Day. One of my goals as of late is to be more fun with holidays. Many times I feel like they stress me out and give me more things to do. I need to enjoy them more. So I volunteered to help with Nate’s Valentine’s Day party at school. Lo-and-behold, out of chance, it fell on me to actually be the planner of the party with 5 other moms whom I had never met. So much for not stressing…
The party did end up going well. We played Valentine’s BINGO with candy hearts, did a cakewalk (with cookies), and passed out valentine’s, of course. I swear, the kids get as much candy on this day as on Halloween. Crazy.
Well, that morning when I surprisingly had a few extra minutes I decided to take some cute pictures of the girls in their new outfits Grandma and Grandpa Snow gave them.
Later after the kids went to bed Rob made 2 fondues, one cheese and one chocolate, for us to enjoy together. And, boy, did we! He went all out buying baguettes and apples to dip into the Gruyere and Emmenthal and added caramel and hazelnut to the chocolate. Yum, yum, and more yum!
It goes without saying that we had a fun day.



























I’m just in love with his music. It’s angst-ridden and romantic, which I tend to like. Here is his
I was antsy for a trip and found $80 airfare to New York. We were already planning on going next year, but why wait with airfare like that?! I’ve been busy putting together our Plan of Attack on the city. I don’t have all the details yet, but it includes miles of walking, thousands of photographs, and fronting as upper-west-siders (think: You’ve Got Mail) or as Brooklyn Heights residents as we will probably rent an apartment rather than stay in a hotel. I’m stoked to work our way through the city, first through the eyes of immigrants, then weaving our way through the villages of the free-thinkers, and finally, up the ladder to peek through the eyes of socialites.




















