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Chez Fendler

Saturday, August 18th, 2012

Awhile back ago we had a “web.mac.com/chezfendler” account (kids, it is like a phone booth or a mimeograph, you’ll never have to know).

Apple recently discontinued this service and it has been my summer project to rescue the files. Lee found and retrieved the files and I brought the photos and blog posts over pretty much one at a time. It was tedious and required a lot of reformatting, but I’m happy we didn’t lose it all.

Photos are all in Flickr albums >here<

Blog entries are all here on himorning. You can find the old ones by clicking on the category, “chez fendler.”  Or on any of the years from 2007-2009.

The picture is now as complete as it is going to get over here. For those of you who’ve been with us since the beginning (er, um, our families and a few close friends), thanks for sharing in our adventures.

 

Nana’s House

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

I think becoming a grandmother paves the way for certain delightful eccentricities that may not be appreciated when you’re just a mom. I had the joy of discovering some of these at Nana Fenyves’s house last month. First, in the hunt for culinary ingredients there was the discovery of some pantry items clearly leftover from the 70’s or 80’s. Secondly, I’m fairly confident that Lee and Rachel have never fully appreciated Suzanne’s eclectic collection of measuring spoons. In their defense however, how could you really ever divine that your mom’s penchant for such instruments will someday be a lynchpin in your sanity? But when your toddler takes endless amusement in faux -counting and placing them around the floor in formations that would please a tea leaf reader, you begin to accept that maybe a half dozen sets of measuring spoons in one household are not only fun to play with, but practical. And finally, there was the congealed blob of gummy bears deemed edible by Nana.

For my Grandmother it was an incredible drawer full of chocolate and spice drops, a penchant for a late-afternoon tea time that never involved tea (code for vodka), broiled brownies, and a half dozen other funny, quirky and strange things that like Nana, make her all the more lovable.

Colorado

Monday, September 28th, 2009

In a lightbox >here<.

Or, in a slideshow, here:

The Executive Series

Sunday, August 23rd, 2009

Lee and Jonah picked me up at work on Friday to leave for our camping trip. I had a couple things to wrap up before we left so Jonah got comfy in my office.

These people…

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

There are these people we know… They say things like, “when can we babysit?” And when we give them a date they say things like, “stay out for the night if you want.” And if we decline they say, “well then stay out late, have fun, don’t worry, don’t be nervous.” Once we’re out they text us and say things like, “baby asleep, everything fine and great, have fun.” Then, once they have our child in their possession, it isn’t enough just to feed, protect and put it to sleep. They entertain him with music, enrich with a guitar lesson, and take beautiful photos. We’ve withheld identities to protect them from a deluge of requests for their services and friendship. Here are a few dramatically reenacted photos. Any likeness to people you know is purely coincidental.

 

 

Happy First Birthday, Jonah Phillip

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

To the sweetest and bravest little man we know…we love you.

 

R.I.P. Doug

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

If you don’t know who Doug is, >read this entry<. It is with profound sadness that we announce Doug’s passing.

Time of death: 6:49 p.m. June 10, 2009

Reason for death: An intense stench comprised of remnants of milk, saliva, grubby baby hands, quite possibly some spit-up sweet potato, and an unfortunate tumble from the stroller into a crosswalk. Well, the gutter actually.

Photos of the “Doug overboard” incident follow: Despite numerous go-rounds in the washing machine, the stench proved aggressive and unyielding. We could not contain it. And I swear that we’re not being overly sensitive to olfactory hues here. This wasn’t just any stank. This was the kind of soul-chilling rank spoiled milk and old-wool in the rain smell that adheres nauseatingly to even the most shallow inhales. Basically, Doug smelled like wet dog.

Potential disaster averted: We disposed of Doug’s corpse in our garbage can but the next morning Lee went to throw something out while holding Jonah. When he opened the can and caught a glimpse of the mutt starting back-up, he realized how potentially damaging that sight might be for JPF so he slammed the can shut in the nick of time.

Backup plan:A Doug doppelganger has been spotted at a nearby toy store however they’re currently out of stock. They have our number and are going to call when they get the new Doug’s in. Stay tuned…

A Doug by any other name: Feel free to offer up names for the new Doug.

Barber Shop

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

Okay I admit it. Sometimes we play barber shop in the tub. It started about a month ago when we spied a spot of cradle cap on the top of Jonah’s head. Lee read that the best remedy is to brush the hair with shampoo while wet and voila it goes away (and it did!) But what didn’t go away is the fun we had with the Jo-hawk while wet. So this week we decided to document the adventure. In reviewing the photos though we discovered that he managed to take-on a face and personality that fit each ‘do. Check it out….

The brooding, pouty, comb-over.

And what we think might represent the essence of Jonah… Jovial and mischievous and sweet with a killer Jo-hawk.

Home

Friday, May 8th, 2009

Just back from my first business trip since December 2007. Between pregnancy, maternity leave, Eric’s wedding, and the economy, I’ve not had to travel for work in almost 18 months–and I’m thankful for this. While the economy has conspired against us in some ways, the travel ban at work was fortuitous. The upshot is I felt ready for this trip; two nights felt like a fine amount of time and Lee had no reservations about taking care of JPF on his own. I had a fruitful trip, productive meetings, witnessed some warm sunshine and monsoon-style rains, had a silly, boozy, and thought-provoking meal at WD-50, and a quick visit with our friends Jon and Elissa who I haven’t seen in almost a year. The best part of the whole trip however…coming home. I can’t remember checking my watch so much on a flight but I might be overlooking the time that Lee and I chronicled (with minute markers) a 70-hour, 6-airport, 4-country return from Southeast Asia. Anyways, as I walked out of the terminal caught-up in conversation with my publisher, I looked up and there they were…my guys. Coming home has new meaning. I must’ve planted 50 kisses on Jonah’s marshmallow cheeks in the first two minutes alone. We spent the rest of the day playing and enjoying a warm late afternoon walk, including a trip to the park where the photo above was taken. The agenda for the weekend includes mom and Jonah going swimming and to the Farmer’s market Saturday morning, homecooked meal Saturday night, and some surprises for me on Mother’s day. Oh, and the Blackberry turned off till Monday morning.

Saturday night dinner. Highlight was the homemade raviolis with puree of fava bean, ricotta, mint, and green garlic.

Thumper

Sunday, April 19th, 2009

A lot has happened in the past month–the most noteworthy include a trip to L.A., Jonah starting to pull himself up to standing, and his first tooth cutting through on his ten-month birthday. As well, we need to use this update to showcase Jonah’s first tabla lesson (thank you Uncle Bryan). You’ll see that Jonah took the pointers and encouragement and ran with it.