The sling diaries are on their fourth month, so I went back and looked at our Memorial Day trip to Saint Martin to grab some (fairly recent) photos to share. Man, that was a great week. Most of the time we just hung out at the hotel and had fun at the beach, but occasionally we’d venture out. We’d drive ten minutes south from our spot at Anse Marcel to the Lolos in Grand Case (barbecues on the beach that we visited once before, on a previous trip); and Hudson would share cheerios with me while we waiting for fish and ribs and, my favorite, skewers of butter-dressed shrimp to come off the grill. Our single-layer linen sling was nice in that heat. (We’re going to take it with us to Bali, we’ve decided.) It’s really not fair that I get to be in all of the baby-wearing photos, by the way: Aron uses the sling to tote Hudson around more than I do now that he’s home!
This year’s fireworks from Chelsea piers–just across the inlet from Katy Perry, Kenny Chesney, and a surprising number of people on stilts.
Ashley and I are always a little bitter about Macys’ hijacking the public parks along the waterfront for the city’s celebration–the cost, I suppose, of a free show–but what a celebration it is. This year was as spectacular as any!
The fireworks scared Hudson at first, but once he got used to them, he happily watched with his headphones (brought along to protect his young ears from loud sounds). In spite of blaring yacht horns, thunderous explosions, screams (and cheers of “hearts and smiley faces, hearts and smiley faces”) all around, he was passed out just ten minutes into the 30 minute show–and stayed asleep through morning. It was a great night!
The past three years’ celebrations: 2011, 2010, and 2009.
A few weeks back, Aron and I shared an amazing meal at The Dutch. In fact, we had one of our favorite desserts of late: warm curry donuts with a large cup of butterscotch pudding. The donuts were rolled–we decided–in curry powder, salt, and sugar; the spot-on butterscotch pudding was topped with peanut and cardamom brittle. Amazing.
But here’s the crazy bit: After we devoured the two donuts (one for each of us) and stopped “mmmm”-ing long enough to say just how amazing we thought they were, Aron confessed that his enjoyment was slightly hampered by not knowing how much of the dessert portion was his.
Record scratch: What!?
But as crazy as I think he is for letting this interfere with his enjoyment of the very shareable donut dessert in question, I do get it. How fast or slow could he go with the pudding? How many bites did he have left? He likes to build to the perfect last bite and apparently (even after years of my learning that I need to mentally draw a line down the middle of whatever we’re sharing, lest I get the stink eye) my spoon was just moving too fast for comfort.
What crazy eccentricities do you (or your partner or friend) have about sharing? Do you secretly hate it when people suggest sharing (like Joey on Friends)?
P.S. I’m doubling over in laughter right now, because I showed this text to Aron and he said: “Wait. Why ‘What!?’ I don’t get it. Will anyone else get it? It’s not crazy. I’m normal.”
