You've got to have friends

Even with Brian leaving in a few short days, we were able to spend some much needed time with friends. This weekend was particularly special with two of my best friends being in town, Brittany and Lauren. We danced the night away at the Shedd BLU event, a gorgeous spot with arguably one of the best views of the city's skyline. 

Thanks again to Sam and Dave for finding us two last minute tickets to the event! We needed a night out and had a wonderful time!

Let the games begin!

Jump Around...

...then (2 weeks old)...

... and now (3 and 1/2 months).

Embracing Pink

When I was a young girl I loved the color pink, all my clothes had to be PINK. But as I became a teenager and entered my grunge/hippie stage I started to detest the color. It screamed girly and happy, and I was way too cool and full of teenage angst for that. Even as I became a young adult, you'd be out of luck to find much pink in my closet. I preferred muted colors such as grey, navy and beige.

All of that changed when I had my little girl.

Now I embrace PINK as the preferred color choice for Em. Nothing screams, "cute baby girl" as when she is dressed head to toe in different shades of pink.


Pink tutu.

Pink jumper.

Pink onsie.

Just can't get enough PINK!

Moose Smooch

Ravinia

Friday night we went to see the Bo Deans play at Ravinia. Every time we go there we ask ourselves, "Why don't we do this more often?" What other music venue lets you bring your own drink and food in? It's so pretty with the trees, sitting on the lawn, being neighborly with your fellow concert goers. I also found out via Wikipedia that Ravinia is the oldest outdoor music venue in North America. So there's a tidbit of history for those of you who care.

The Bo Deans were great, played some of our favorites and I'd grade them a solid A. Emily though...I'll have to give her a C+ for her first concert. While she wasn't bad...she could have been a little better behaved. I think between me and Brian we had 5 whole minutes of alone time where one of us wasn't holding her. But hey, she's a baby, I'll give her a break :) I think next time though we'll be calling one of the grandmas to watch our little stinker.

Dad and daughter enjoying time together at Ravinia. (I tried several times to get a shot of Brian and Emily without that man's large butt in the background, but was obviously unsuccessful.)

butter to my bread

I'm a huge fan of Julia Child and cooking in general. In the movie "Julie and Julia," Julia Child's husband Paul toasts to her, "You are the butter to my bread, the breath of my life." I love this quote and hence my blogs name, 'the butter to my bread.' The meaning is quite obvious. Life alone is just a plain piece of white bread. But add a pat of butter (husband, baby, family, friends) and you've got one delicious bite!

This blog is intended to be about the "butter," in my life.