From: Joe Gribbin
To: Kirstin Liu
Sent: Sun, Aug 11, 2013 at 9:43 AM
Fiona dictated a letter to Eavan just now while we are eating breakfast:
I really love you. In fact, Eavan likes rainbows just like me.
From: Kirstin Liu
To: Joe Gribbin
Sent: Sun, Aug 11, 2013 at 12:00 PM
I love rainbows. I love sunshine. And I love Fiona.
Long time, no posts. School has totally sucked me in and there has been no time for posting. Everyone who reads this is on FB anyway so sometimes it’s easy to justify not posting things since you are going to see them elsewhere. As Patrick said to me yesterday, “Winter was all about stress. Spring was all about change. Summer is all about exhaustion.” he then promptly fell asleep on the couch. Eavan is growing like a weed, talking up a storm and climbing on EVERYTHING! If I was a betting woman I’d say we have a rock climber on our hands. She’s certainly become quite the little adventurer and I’m sure that this winter when her uncles get her on a snowboard we are going to be in serious trouble.
Eavan is also having adorable nonsensical conversations with herself, her toys, her dogs and while reading books. Often she tells the dogs to “sit!”, says “good boy”, asks for “daddy” (no longer dada), and demands her “nanas” for breakfast. She’s progressed to full on running everywhere she goes and her little bow legs are the cutest things ever (though they look like they are straightening out). We thought she had fully recovered from her eye surgery in April but just this weekend a little stitch granuloma popped up on her eyelid so we are hoping that goes away without having to go back to surgery.
So that’s that. Things seem to be settling down and we were able to relax over the holiday weekend in Seaside Park courtesy of Amy and Nick. Hopefully I’ll be able to post a little more now that I found the WordPress app for my iPad. We shall see!
I’m letting Patrick do the Minneapolis post but I figured since I had a few minutes I would post some pics and a quick roundup of our camping trip that was over a month and a half ago with Marty, Martha, Michelle and Ajay. At the end of July we headed up to the Poconos to Hickory Run State Park. We arrived Friday night, after work, with light dying quickly and thunderheads rolling in. We raced against the clock to get the tents and the pop up up so we wouldn’t end up sleeping in our cars while Patrick optimistically started the fire. It all turned out well and as Marty and I drove in the last stake right before the heavens opened and poured down its contents on us for about 45 minutes. We dove for the pop up and spent our time making food and stopping Maddie from crying at the thunder claps. The rain cleared and miraculously the fire was still going at full tilt. Only Patrick can make that happen.
It was a great weekend full of ladderball, hiking, stone skipping and much needed rest. (I’m ignoring the part of the story where it started raining non stop on Saturday night and we ran away to my parents Pocono house to sleep since it was only 30 minutes away)
Yesterday I tried to tweet through the day about some of the things I miss about New York. Unfortunately my new iPhone app for pics was not working so well and only a few things posted so here is my more extensive list:
Every cream cheese known to man
Garlic scapes at the farmers market
Bottomless mimosa brunches (not that I partook but I still support it)
Shoes off time in the park
Chinese food picnics
Free concerts from Celebrate Brooklyn
So this blog is tracking about 2-3 weeks behind real life for reasons unnecessary to list. To keep in that vein, here’s some delightful tidbits from my girls weekend with Libby and Nell.
I treated them to a hearty Saturday breakfast of eggs, pork roll and toast.
Never heard of pork roll you say? It’s sort of like canadian bacon but tangy-er. Please don’t ask what makes it tangy. It’s delicious breakfast meat and we all would prefer not to know. See, Libby, doesn’t want to know. Let her eat in peace.
(Terrible) Bowling ensued…
as did recreating obnoxious hipster photos ala Last Night’s Party, Cobrasnake, et al.
Followed up by pedicures
and capped off with CHIK FIL A!!!
Now if anyone out there doesn’t think that 1-girls don’t eat fast food because they are watching their figure
2-that we are the only people making a big deal about a “stupid chicken place”,
you are sorely mistaken.
Saturday night we celebrated Erin’s birthday with yummy margarita’s!
Sunday we were supposed to go to a Phillies game but the beginning of what would turn out to be 9 days of rain (and a major failure of our roof’s part) started and rained us out. Instead we did what any self-respecting Phildelphians do on rainy Sunday afternoons…eat cheesesteaks!
Hopefully this will all be repeated shortly when the girls come back to the rescheduled game. Love you guys!…I mean, girls!
We went with Erin for our first camping outting of the year, courtesy of her sister and her Grateful Dead loving, joker pants wearing, frisbee golfing friends. Hopefully it was the first of many camping extravaganzas!
Maddie exploring the wilderness, off leash no less!
Erin gathering sticks for the fire.
Said fire, huge and warm on a cold windy night.
Deep frying a whole turkey! Apparently other things were fried but apparently I missed that.
Family photo at the amazing rock river. Read about it here.
This time we greeted the New Year from the shores of ol’ New Jerz!
Ahh, how the desolate beach reminds you of all the good times…oh, wait.
Amy and Kevin kindly opened their shore house to us, their respective spouses and all 3 of our dogs:
And Ms. Madeline Pawlbright.
Maddie looks so sad in the pic because she’s on the way home after not accomplishing her goal of making Mr. P love her. In reality, Mr. P wants to kill her. He wants to take his tiny little toy Yorkie teeth and rip her jugular out. Am I being clear enough about how Mr. P would have rather bathed with snakes than ring in the new year with Maddie? It would make you a sad puppy too. Thankfully Chica kept her spirits up while Mr. P sat high up on the back of the couch, not joining in the fun.
The rest of us had a great time. There was more than a few rounds of ChamPong, not to be confused with the well thought out BeerPong of your college years. This was more lazy and thus more appropriate for this gathering. Playing meant sitting around the kitchen table with a tiny glass of champange in the middle trying to bounce the cork into the glass. Come to think of it, it was more like Quarters than BeerPong but there is no way to make a fun name out of Quarters. Here’s Amy going in for the win:
And here’s her celebratory dancing in a chair:
All in all it was an excellent New Year. Food was made:
Patrick introduced Amy to the wonders of pastamaking (expect an entry about that very soon). I’m not sure if Amy is horrified by the pasta or really excited here.
Naps were taken:
And family and friends were avoided:
I mean enjoyed:
So Happy New Year from the Stegaliu’s! May you have fond memories of 2008 and good things to come in 2009!