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Happy Snaps – Masonry + Nature = Love

2 Oct

If you are one of the 22 followers who read this blog (but who’s counting?) then you know I am mildly obsessed with our new “hometown” of Montclair.

I document this obsession via Instagram (@aznaz) because I am certain to forget all of its loveliness one day when the Honeymoon is over. I hope not but I’m a realist like that.

I dedicate this week’s Happy Snaps post to some of my favorite photos about town that demonstrate the combination of masonry and nature I love so much:

 

Autumn Serenade

30 Sep

What a poetic title! It’s the name of a classic song I listened to in the car today. I wanted to entitle this post “Fall Fell” but it sounded too tragic.

So it’s cold now. Which is appropriate because we had exactly one week of Fall which is our northeastern allotment.

Perhaps I am too quick to judge. We haven’t lived here in 3 years but I am rapidly recalling reluctance to wear winter warmies (AKA dress my kids in coats and scarves). We had a reminder yesterday of the wails of a toddler who is not ready to accept defeat (read: cover exposed skin to protect from frostbite).

We trudged ahead, though, and muffled him with his scarf so we could head out the door for Apple Picking. I always laugh *maniacally* when something we plan “for the kids” becomes something we force upon them — you know, for their memory’s sake. I prep myself for this to be the case and it’s such a relief when it’s not.

Thankfully, Alstede Farms in Chester NJ delivered and the kids were happy and the adults were less frazzled than usual and it was Fall for one beautiful evening on the farm.

And now we are enjoying apples 9 ways – everything tastes better when you pick it yourself (or when it’s free…am I right?)

Happy Snaps – IGer, like, To the Max

24 Sep

I will admit I was an Instasnob. “What’s the BD?” I would think…hoping BD (BigDeal) would catch on like WTF or FTW. Spoiler alert: it hasn’t. YET.

Anyway I didn’t get the hype. Instagram? More like Poor Man’s Hipstamatic! (Hold up, do you know that I actually had to walk over to my iPhone and find Hipstamatic to remember the name of the app? That’s how irrelevant it is a mere year after I used it last. One year human life is likened to 6 years in iPhone life.)

Then, the worst thing that could ever happen to a Mother happened. Well, second worst. My DSLR stopped functioning at full capacity. This came at a time that we were in the midst of a move AND my original MacBook Pro gave out. I felt like I was being punished by the universe.

I had to embrace another way to photograph every moment of my children’s lives or I would lose the Mamarazzi title I worked so hard to get. I needed to post copious fragments of our lives on FB or else it never happened because my kids are too young to remember and I am too old not to forget. YEARS OF CHILDHOOD HISTORY COMPLETELY LOST if not for my savior, The Instagram.

Also I like to take photos of food I make. Not because my food looks good or is healthy or because I post recipes anywhere worthwhile. Just because it is MY food and therefore of interest to ME. There, I said it. Instagram has made me a selfish sharer….sharing only things I myself am interested in. But then…I have found others like me and their things interest me, too. So there’s this sharing of selfs going on and unlike FB it is an actual peek into someone’s life. A glimpse at their dinner or their children’s feet in the sand and there is something human and comforting in that.

I don’t have a huge following and I don’t use hashtags to my benefit but I enjoy my little slice of humanness — find me @aznaz or check out some of my food photos below:

Leaving Town, Going Home

22 Apr

I have this thing where no matter what the situation or conversation is, my mental playlists cues a related song & oft changes lyrics to better suit my circumstances. So when I got the news we were moving back to NYC from ATL (woot woot!) these songs played on permarepeat in my head:

Going Home by Diddy

Leaving Las Vegas Atlanta by Sheryl Crow

Going Back to Cali New York by Tone Loc

NY State of Mind by Billy Joel

…and the list goes on. And speaking of lists, one of the multitude of to-dos I had on my own list was listing my house. It wasn’t until the realtor was here taking pics that I realized this.is.real. I am going to say goodbye to this beautiful place in search of something else. Another way of life. A husband who works long hours. Kids who will need me more than ever. And it’s not an easy thing to take on right now but I know NYC is where hub’s heart is, where his jobs will be, and let’s face it –>; Atlanta was never “home” no matter how hard I tried. Our home was home, though, and it’s hard to say goodbye to it. *insert pouty sad face here*

I went through the house primping and fluffing to get it picture-perfect for these HDR shots my realtor took in wide angle. Check it, yo:

Front of Craftsman Bungalow

Side View of Our House

Front Patio

Main Living Area

Dining Room

Kitchen

Master Bedroom

Master Bathroom

Kids’ Bedroom

Guest Bathroom

Loft

Spiral Stairs

Backyard

Backyard

Back of House

Train Caboose Guest House

Train Caboose Guest House

I wish there were more photos of it. The whole listing is here. I followed our agent with my iPhone in hand, obsessively taking low quality shots of every detail like some deranged museum curator who needs record of the way things were. (Cue: The Way We Were by Barbra Streisand.) I’m like a hoarder of digital pictures. Which is weird because I am absolutely a purger of physical things. I feel the need to document everything these days so I can try to remember it all. Momnesia has gotten the best of me & I don’t remember many details without the aid of photographic evidence. Don’t tell the kids that, though. They still think I see and know all.

I hope someone buys it who loves it as much as we did and who finds the value in such a special neighborhood. I was the neighborhood bloggesse and I’ve relinquished that to a sweet friend here in the hood (whom I will also miss. Waaaah!) I am slowly checking things off our to do list and it feels good but it also means we are one step closer to completely changing our lives. Thrilling and anxiety-inducing.

I’m off to reluctantly pack. Or eat chocolate cake in denial. The latter…definitely the latter.

Days Leading up to the Chocolate Bunny Hunt

6 Apr

A friend staying in our Guest House Caboose noticed my overcrowded pastel display and said, “Oh I didn’t realize you guys celebrated Easter.” I could have taken “you guys” = heathens or “you guys” = your family so I chose the latter. Our mini-men will not be deprived an Eastery youth, like I often felt until Mom started leaving Cadbury Creme Eggs on my nightstand.

Today’s nod to Easter was the coloring of eggs, toddler style (adorning eggs with stickers then dropping them into a colorful solution before nap-time):

Happy Snaps – Easter Edition

4 Apr

In honor of the upcoming chocolate gorge sesh, I am posting a few snapshots of our Easter festivities.

Me & the boys made mini cakes for their school Easter celly tomorrow. Strawberry cake with lemon frosting and Easter nonpareils. Nomz:

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Our neighborhood Eggstravaganza – the kids are squealing with delight here which was a far cry from their miserable whining just moments before. I love photos! Hopefully they can help me forget how ridic our morning was prior to this happy snapshot:

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And a very retouched family shot in an attempt to erase all signs of allergic suffering from our faces (we look like we’re made of wax & I’m normally not that bronze…it’s a photo effect I went nuts with to cover the redness in my face from pollen adversity):

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Happy Snaps – Sprouting Up

9 Mar

It’s rainy & overcast but bright…the kind of sky that makes you squinty but not smiley.

The sunshine is like overhead fluorescent lighting casting its unnatural glow on an otherwise dismal day.

During the last of today’s showers I hopped outside with my iPhone and snapped some pics.

I needed to remind myself that the gloomy days bring the rain that bring the life into this world.

Side note: I announced that today would be pajama party day and my 4yo said, “yay, a pajama party with my pajama mama!” which obvs I loved.

He is clever, that one. He must take after his mum.

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