A Tribute To My Peeps

Today, it is raining in Boston. It is one of those days when I look out the window and feel reflective for some reason.

Lately I've been thinking about how incredibly blessed I am. I really have a rich life. I have two beautiful little babies and a husband I adore. A friend of mine recently said that she feels like waking up to her little girl each morning is like Christmas everyday. Well, I copy that sentiment. It really is like Christmas every morning to walk in and see my two sweet little babes smiling back at me from their crib (okay, frequently at least one is crying, not smiling... but it's just as cute). I love spending everyday with them. We have lots of fun together. We like to take naps together, and read books, and vacuum the one patch of carpet we have in our apartment. We also like to go exploring on walks. It seriously is so fun to be with them. Even on days when we stay home all day, there is enough excitement and fun with two babies that it feels like we've done a lot at the day's end.

And, as for Alex, simply put he's the best and the greatest. He really loves his little girls. He loves to hold them and play with them and bathe them and sing to them and cuddle them. It has been fun to see how proud he is to be their father. We've been to several school functions where he just can't wait to introduce them to people. "These are my babies." And, it goes without saying, that he is always so sweet to me and treats me with complete adoration.

I feel pretty lucky to have the life that I do. Thanks to my peeps for making each day so wonderful.

Here are some pics of my cuties... all 3 of them!

Well, all my girls are finally in Cambridge. They showed up two weeks ago and my life has gotten a whole lot better. Zoie and Eliza are adorable little bugs. I love having them around. And Molly, she always kept my life together. I'm a happy guy.

We've been lucky to have some really warm days. Molly walked to meet me for lunch last week. On Halloween she brought the pumpkins in to school. Last night we took the subway to a hamburger joint. It's been fun.


Last weekend we picked a spot on the map, Keene, New Hampshire, and drove there in our last two days with the rental car. It was a huge party. Keene was having their annual pumpkin festival. http://www.pumpkinfestival.com/ We walked down Main street, ate at a family diner, and slept at the cheapest hotel in town. The girls were a hit. I haven't gotten that much attention in public since the fro. We got them little pumpkin hats.


We stopped at a bakery that changed my life. Mom, Grandma, Lizzy, someone, please. We've had not the truth only because we knew not where to find it. It was called Walnut Carmel Bar, but I would rename it Walnut Chocolate Chip Carmel Bar. As you can see from the picture, the crust is made of crushed walnuts. It has the consistency of a cookie. Then there's a thin layer of something carmelly. Then there's a thick layer of chocolate chips. Another layer of something carmelly, but this time with walnut chunks. And finally, the kicker, chocolate chip cookie on top.

Here's the conundrum. The cookie topping is cooked in place, but looking at the chocolate chips, they've melted a little, but clearly never been in the oven. How did the cookie get cooked on top of the chocolate chips and carmel? Here's a theory: the cookie dough is spread over the pan in clumps and pulled out of the oven about 30 seconds early. Before it can cool, it's draped over the melting chocolate chips that have just been spread over the cooling walnut bar.

I brought two specimens home, for Science, but we ate them. Sorry Science. Pictures will have to suffice. I'll give a big hug to anyone who can duplicate it.