Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Maxi: "It isn't all about Xavier!!!"
Maxi is still very cute! But getting a lesson in coping with sibling rivalry
enjoying the water feature on the High Line
sandpit at St Catherine's Playground on First Ave (Memorial Hospital in background)
playing on Y-Bike in the apartment
riding in taxi with "Pop Pop Paul"
finish of Central Park fun run
enjoying the water feature on the High Line
sandpit at St Catherine's Playground on First Ave (Memorial Hospital in background)
playing on Y-Bike in the apartment
riding in taxi with "Pop Pop Paul"
finish of Central Park fun run
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Xavi's big 1st weekend
Only born a week ago and already seeing the sights in Manhattan!!
on the subway with Dad, big sister Kate and nephew Maxi
shopping in Soho: corner of Prince & Wooster is the place to be seen in your brand new Maclaren!
dinner at Pulino's bar & grill
checking out Phase 2 of the High Line; only opened two weeks ago
Sunday evening: worn out!
on the subway with Dad, big sister Kate and nephew Maxi
shopping in Soho: corner of Prince & Wooster is the place to be seen in your brand new Maclaren!
dinner at Pulino's bar & grill
checking out Phase 2 of the High Line; only opened two weeks ago
Sunday evening: worn out!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Kate & Xavie enjoy watching Souths beating the Broncos
Monday, June 20, 2011
Given a clean bill of health, the X-man heads home
Sunday, June 19, 2011
US Fathers Day, 3rd Sunday in June
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Xavier Francis ........, born NYC on 18th June 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
39 weeks: enough already!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Drinking in the draft of June already! Big Apple Heat Wave Packs Steamy Punch; Some NJ Students Go Home Early
The editorial was timely. click on link, and there is a video as well if you scroll down.
Big Apple Heat Wave Packs Steamy Punch; Some NJ Students Go Home Early
The weather is a little different to Sydney...
Big Apple Heat Wave Packs Steamy Punch; Some NJ Students Go Home Early
The weather is a little different to Sydney...
Monday, June 6, 2011
NY Times Editorial: "Drinking in the draught of June"
If we could bottle a few days to uncork later in the year — when the wind has got us by the neck and the curbs are full of taxi-slush — these would be the ones: early June, the days of peony and iris. Conifers still wear the green tips of new growth, and a few of the hardwoods, hickories especially, still show a last vestige of May. Otherwise, the trees have cast their pollen and fledged completely. Now come the deep, dark shadows of late summer.
In the city, the pigeons have passed the stage of courtship and settled into a beak-to-beak domesticity full of gratified cooing. The subway platforms are still temperate. In the country, the cool, dry nights are completely silent, none of August’s night-rasp. At twilight, the swallows go off watch, and on come the bats. In the dimness you can still make out bumblebees flying bottom-heavy from blossom to blossom. The fireflies have not yet lit up.
Best of all, the day is still growing in length, the solstice still a couple of weeks away. This is the particular poignancy of June. So much has gone by already — fruit blossoms, daffodils, tulips and lilacs — and yet everything feels so young, even as we come to the turning point in the calendar of light, the moment when the year starts waning again. It feels absurdly unsynchronized, and yet it is synchronicity itself.
It would be nice to decant some early June whenever you needed to, when the sun hasn’t shone in days, when the temperature reaches triple digits, whenever the weather or anything else gets you down. But all we can do is drink in June while the month is upon us, while the peonies are coming into bloom.
In the city, the pigeons have passed the stage of courtship and settled into a beak-to-beak domesticity full of gratified cooing. The subway platforms are still temperate. In the country, the cool, dry nights are completely silent, none of August’s night-rasp. At twilight, the swallows go off watch, and on come the bats. In the dimness you can still make out bumblebees flying bottom-heavy from blossom to blossom. The fireflies have not yet lit up.
Best of all, the day is still growing in length, the solstice still a couple of weeks away. This is the particular poignancy of June. So much has gone by already — fruit blossoms, daffodils, tulips and lilacs — and yet everything feels so young, even as we come to the turning point in the calendar of light, the moment when the year starts waning again. It feels absurdly unsynchronized, and yet it is synchronicity itself.
It would be nice to decant some early June whenever you needed to, when the sun hasn’t shone in days, when the temperature reaches triple digits, whenever the weather or anything else gets you down. But all we can do is drink in June while the month is upon us, while the peonies are coming into bloom.
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