babies, babies, everywhere!

We went to brunch this morning at one of our fave spots, Bubbys. We only used to go once in a while (which was safer for our wallets and our waistlines) until a new location opened a mere three blocks from our apartment.


While they are still working out their kinks at this new location, there is no denying the deliciousness of their biscuits and Ellery will be the first to tell you how amazing their blueberry pancakes are 🙂


While we were waiting for our food (yes, be prepared to wait a bit) Mach and I couldn’t help but notice all the babies around. It was 9am and the only people out and about were the parents who are no longer allowed to sleep past 7am, the tourists who are waiting for the Highline to open and the new parents who aren’t sure what time it is but have decided to attempt a once normal outing pre-baby.

Babies are on my mind a lot these days. Several of my once “new” mom friends are either pregnant with #2 or are talking about if/when #2 should happen. I don’t think there is right answer-from what I’m hearing it’s nice to have siblings that are somewhat close in age (two years apart give or take). There seems to be a feeling that you don’t want so much time to pass that the older sibling gets too used to be the only child. The other side of the coin being that the older the first child is, the more likely s/he will be to understand and be able to “help” with the new baby. I’ve also read several articles on the importance of waiting for your body to heal at least 12-18 months before you get pregnant again (both emotionally and physically).


My sister and I are 21 months apart and while I cannot even begin to tell you how much I appreciate our age gap now, my parents will be quick to tell you how painful things were for a good chunk of our adolescence. Two pre-teen girls (one a little chubby with bangs (me) and the other a little too skinny with braces, sorry Jess) made for a lethal combination of raging hormones. I can truly say I don’t know how my Mother made it out alive.

It’s a funny thing this whole timing of second babies. (No, we are NOT pregnant). But, once you make it through that first year you begin to get the questions. I feel like I’ve spent the past 10 years with people asking me the same questions. (Usually relatives and friends you don’t see that often). It starts when you’re seriously dating someone. They immediately want to know when you’re getting engaged. Once engaged, when are you getting married? Then married, when are you having a baby? Baby one is barely out and they’re asking when number two is on its way?! What the heck?

I don’t know when the time is right but I have a feeling it doesn’t matter because when the time is right it will happen.

For now-all those people who are so curious as to when baby number two will happen, come on over and check out life with just one, we are always looking for a babysitter!



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