Monday, December 30, 2013

Our Christmas.


For our first little Christmas together, we celebrated with the perfect blend of staying in and seeing the sights, taking it easy and taking advantage of this beautiful city. First things first: since we have no kiddies to speak of, I took it upon myself to pounce on Jordan in bed first thing, waking him with "It's Christmas! It's Christmas! Wake up, it's Christmas!!" over and over again. After opening our stockings and one gift each (oh, the self-control that took...), we headed to brunch at Seasons in Georgetown. People, the food was amazing but I would highly recommend brunch here for the desserts alone, if you don't mind splurging a bit--little treats fit for Marie Antoinette herself! The best part is that they were all miniature--maybe two or three bites each--meaning we could each have, like, 20. Plus any restaurant with a photo booth gets a 10 from me, so...


After literally, like, two hours of straight eating, it was back to our pajamas and presents and napping and alien-killing and Christmas cuddling for the rest of the day.

^A fave from this Christmas--Bunny, ya did good. Ya did good.

In the evening we headed downtown to see the Capitol Christmas tree--somehow, after living here through four Christmas seasons, this was my first time visiting the Capitol tree up close. Definitely worth the sub-freezing temps we endured!

^Note the tippy toes, welcome to the life of a 5'1" married to a 6'3".


I have to say, I loved our little Christmas together. We missed our family, but it was really important to us to do our own thing this year, and now that Christmas has passed I can definitely say we made the right choice. We're just hoping our families visit soon! (cough cough parents I HOPE YOU'RE READING THIS)

Okay, *fine*, just one more from the Christmas season, a quick shot we snapped with our tree before heading out to a holiday party:


Friday, December 27, 2013

A Kalorama Christmas.


Christmas in Kalorama, our little neighborhood in northwest DC, deserves its own coffee table book full of gorgeous doorways, classically decorated with garlands and bows. Here's my stab at capturing just a slice of our pretty 'hood, taken during a nippy Christmas Eve stroll and a Christmas Day dash to the car.






^Our neighborhood guardian lions. We matched the other day.

^...and then we happened upon this delightfully festive creature.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Christmas Eve for two.


Our Christmas Eve was delightfully lazy, I have to say... We finally rolled out of bed for "breakfast" at around noon or so. Basically I'm calling everything we do this year a new tradition, because hey, you never know what will stick. So the first Christmas Eve tradition we started was to have a Spanish tortilla and homemade toasted bread for breakfast, delicious if I do say so myself thankyouverymuch. (I just started baking real bread for the first time, like with yeast and kneading and stuff, and I'm very proud of my little self. This won't be the last of it on this blog...)




^After one of us napped for two hours while the other defended us from aliens (we got an Xbox on Black Friday, don't talk to me about it), we headed for a nippy walk around our neighborhood to see all the Christmas decorations. My parents used to have to drag me out of the house to go on family walks when I was little (and okay, maybe still when I go home), but around here I can't get enough of them. I will never, ever get over this beautiful neighborhood of ours. 



^Warmed up from our sub-freezing stroll with some hot chocolate (spicy Mexican for me, salted caramel for him), then headed to a party for the evening where we sang and ate and sang and ate...then back home for Christmas Eve presents!








^Another new Christmas Eve tradition, matching (sort of) Christmas jammies, from me to us--felt weird to give myself a present, but Mom always takes care of these things so now it's my turn I guess? And a cute hooray headband for me from him, which I will not be taking off my head for the foreseeable future. But back to those t-shirts--if you think it was easy for me not to buy a miniature DC one for our future kidlet (no, no news here, just someday), well, it just wasn't.

Monday, December 16, 2013

A pretty tune for you, or reason #5289621 I married this man.

Here is my husband, melting my heart.


...not to mention the hearts of everyone else in the audience during our church Christmas program, if I do say so myself. #proudwife

(Video quality isn't great, but the voice is. :)

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our first christmas tree!


Oh, Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree!! After a particularly freezing Christmas tree hunt in the forests of the Massachusetts Avenue tree lots, we came home with a perfectly proportioned little tree for our apartment. This month I've been realizing that we're a little low on holiday decor, but luckily we had a small stock of ornaments that we bought after Christmas last year, during our wedding registry frenzy. The ornaments were actually one of our first purchases for our life together--it seemed so grown up buying these last January (and yet I was probably pretty giggly about it, knowing me), and the day when we would actually use them seemed so far away! But here we are...!




^Cozied up in lights and my husband's soft sweater.



^We're still making important newlywed discoveries about each other over here. Example: To one of us, it seemed perfectly obvious that the proper way to string a Christmas tree with lights was to first wrap the lights around the inner layer all the way up the tree, then do a second outer layer, ensuring a nice depth of light and an orderly process because this is how they were trained growing up. To the other one of us, it was like, why string lights all the way around when no ones sees the back? Just criss cross up and down and around the front and we're good! Can you tell who won?


^In my family, we have a tradition where we place an angel named Angie on the top of our tree, made for us by one of our former nannies, also not-so-coincidentally named Angie, while playing and singing along to the song, "Angie the Christmas Tree Angel," by the Andrews Sisters. A creative bunch, eh? Without my own Angie the Christmas tree angel, I was sort of at a loss about how to top our tree--normal people put up stars, I guess? Star-less and Angie-less, we improvised with a giant red bow (that I purchased a few years ago for my hair, obvi), and voila! Tree officially topped.



^Seeing our tree decorated makes this marriage thing seem a little more real--this isn't just a glorified, six-month long sleepover, this is real life! Like, I'm responsible for making someone else's Christmas happen, presents, holiday cheer, festive food, and all. (And he's responsible for mine, poor guy.) Responsibility time!!



^An iPhone photo of our Christmas corner! I'm ready for presents any day now, Santa and Jordan... And I don't care what Jordan says, I absolutely will be keeping this tree up until its bitter, brittle end. I will faithfully water it every hour, if necessary, to savor our first Christmas together. May you last until Valentine's day, my perfect little first tree!

Friday, December 13, 2013

My love for RyGos burns bright...

...just like these Christmas lights. Happy holidays from me and RyGos!



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Thursday, December 5, 2013

Roof with a view.


A few Saturdays ago Jordan and I rolled out of bed and up to our roof, with a quick pit stop in the kitchen to throw a little breakfast together. This was the last weekend where the DC leaves were brilliantly colorful--we started noticing a difference even the next day. So glad we were able to catch this view before it browned away (we all know how much I--okay AND EVERY OTHER GIRL WITH A BLOG--love foliage).




^ L: Just the prettiest curved building, in my opinion. Reminds me of some of the buildings at Columbia, my alma mater. R: Freddy the Leaves!

And this is where just for a moment I gush about this wonderful place in which we live. This roof is just the most perfect spot for leaf viewing and cathedral spotting, not to mention people watching. And you haven't heard about our Fourth of July because my camera was stolen just shortly thereafter (on the mean streets of Oakland no less), but let's just say we had a 360 degree view of no fewer than fifteen different simultaneous firework shows in three different states, including the big ones over the National Mall. We are lucky little newlyweds, that's for sure. Anyway, excited to host a shin dig up there when the weather warms up a bit, but quite willing to brave the cold even now, so come over! 



Monday, December 2, 2013

Our first Thanksgiving (Milan vs. the 16 pound turkey).


Well, this might have been my favorite Thanksgiving yet. Between the cooking, friends, and crazy good food, it really was the best day. And it was made all the better by being our first Thanksgiving together, in our little apartment in this city we love. This year we'll be spending the holiday season here in DC--we thought it would be nice to start our own traditions together, right off the bat. We miss our families, but we're so happy to be our own little family now too. 




^Thankful to be married to a man who will rock a red gingham apron.

Okay, so the Milan vs. the 16 pound turkey battle was an epic one indeed. I really had no business making a turkey in the first place. I mean, as IF I knew what basting was. Nothing a touch of hubris couldn't fix though--I was going to make that turkey if it killed me. Overall, I'd say I won the war, meaning it was edible and, dare I say, even good. But Turkey won a battle or two along the way. 

For starters, he had the elements (our plumbing) on his side. The evening before Thanksgiving, the pipe under our kitchen sink burst--I went from absentmindedly washing the dishes to standing in a flooded kitchen all within a few seconds. It was too late to call a plumber that night, which meant that when I woke up bright and early to prepare the turkey the next morning, I still had no running water in my kitchen. Thus we find our protagonist bathing her foe in the bathtub at 8 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning. You try giving a 16 pound turkey a bath without letting it touch the bottom of your tub, using arms that haven't lifted a weight in, well, ever? A very confused Jordan awoke to my pitiful cries for help from the next room over. I don't know, maybe it doesn't sound that bad, but it really was just the worst.

Turkey: 1, Milan: 0

Finally got it washed, brought it back to the kitchen, started to rub butter, paprika, and orange juice (amazing recipe) inside and out, and ouch! Turned out Turkey carried a concealed weapon, something sharp and pointy and horrible within its cavity. En garde! My hand never saw it coming, but had to suffer through its jabs multiple times until the thing was properly rubbed. Scratches galore. 

Turkey: 2, Milan: 0

After that, there was really nothing more the turkey could do to me--I managed to get it in the oven and left it to its 325 degree fate for the next several hours. When we finally pulled it out (after a handful of misfires--who really knows when a turkey is done anyway? thermometer schermometer), we tested it and it really wasn't half bad. No complaints from the guests, anyway, but they could have been being polite--I was more satisfied when no one got food poisoning, or anything of the sort. Voila! My first turkey, done and done.

Turkey: 2, Milan: a zillion

But no! Turkey wasn't done having his way with me, and mustered up a glorious, last hurrah after our meal. As I cut off the remaining bits of meat to save for leftovers, in perhaps its most devastating blow yet, Turkey (with the help of his secret ally Serrated Knife) managed to slice off a bit of my finger tip, drawing blood and tears NO I DID NOT CRY. Touche, my friend. Touche. 

Turkey: 2 + a fingertip, Milan: still a zillion


I'll see you next year.



Meanwhile, unaware that a war was raging in their very midst, some of our dearest and newest friends joined us for the meal, bearing delicious side dishes and pies galore. Andrew and Lauren+Cole journeyed down from NYC for the day, and the Smiths and Kents (somehow not pictured, sorry Kents!) traversed Massachusetts Avenue. Thankful for many things, but especially thankful to have been surrounded by such wonderful people in our home that day.

^ Andrew, who came bearing pies and kitchen assistance.

^My little lady Elle, her mom Jenn, and Lauren


^Lauren+Cole

^ The mess I did not have to clean up, thank you sliced finger tip!

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