Two years already.

I can hardly believe it.

I was going to get crazy with this birthday - I actually phoned up and reserved a petting zoo before coming to my senses and remembering that my son is two - but decided to keep it simple: close friends and family members, store-bought cupcakes and delivery pizza and homemade angel food cake with chocolate icing (the exact same cake that my mom made for me every birthday when I was a little girl).

Kendrick is between quarters at school right now, so yesterday (one of those crazy-perfect Indian Summer days), the three of us hit 95N for a journey up to New Haven and a picnic on the rooftop of his friend's apartment building.

It got a little rowdy up there in the sky.

Eat hay (Francesca force-fed me this Ezekiel sprouted-whatever bread, which I only made vaguely palatable by loading it up with peanut butter, bananas and honey) ...

Drink ten-dollar juices that include things like wheatgrass (we all know how I feel about juicing...but - as much as I hate to admit it - this was actually pretty delicious) ...

One of the nicer things about living in a cute little antique-y East Coast town is that it’s relatively easy to convince even the most die-hard city-dwellers to board the MetroNorth and come say hi. We lure them with promises of home-cooked meals, fall foliage, and fire pits, and in October we get to add on the fact that Sleepy Hollow (as in Washington Irving/Headless Horseman) is right next door…which means that we have access to lots and lots of fun Halloween-themed stuff.

On Sunday night, our friends Brian and Lauren journeyed north for a double date that we booked through HowAboutWe for Couples’ Concierge Service, and we wanted to make sure it was worth the trip.

{ A sleek black candle with an earthy, leathery scent ... }

{ ... Perfect suede booties in the perfect shade of mushroom ... }