It’s sunny even when it’s raining here, apparently. Sweet boys in a field of Blue Bonnets. Can we please talk about how roasting a chicken is the grossest task of all household tasks? But then you end of up with at least 4, sometimes 5 (if you make soup) good meals, each meal costing under $5.00…and you forgive it for being such a ghastly kitchen production. Anyway, thank you to anyone who has ever cooked me a chicken before. Your sacrifice has not gone unnoticed. I want to live in this time where Luke refuses to remove his helmet for ever and ever and ever. Helmets to infinity and beyond, we say. Also, how is that G train these days? Slow and steady as ever? Miss you, little G. If you don’t see this and have an emotional reaction, you don’t have a soul. J.E.L.L.O. Brings up all the memories, doesn’t it? For me it’s: my Grandma Gaby’s impeccably organized fridge, my mom’s care after some childhood illness, and giving birth to Luke. And Bill Cosby. Mike had a stomach bug and requested Jello. But he has only had the smallest serving and now I am alone in the house with Jello and therefore will be on a sugar high for the remainder of the day.Last night after Luke’s bath he lay down on the bath mat and said “Night night. Blanket?” And then later when I put him to bed he said, “Night night, Sweetie.” And then I cried. This was right before we said goodbye for 30 minutes because Luke just couldn’t get over how awesome it was to yell: “BYE! BYE Uncle John, BYE Ina (Alina), BYE!!!” and neither could we… Which is how we have now coined the ‘Berkowitz Goodbye’ as the counter to the ‘Irish Exit.’
Brownstone to Bungalow 