healthcare reform

I enjoyed Atul Gawande's great article on healthcare reform last week. Check it out here.

old

My fabulous sister, Trina, went to Prom. I feel old. It seems like yesterday she was falling asleep in her little flower girl dress at my wedding reception.

baptism at the spiral jetty

Last month we took a little Sunday trip out to Robert Smithson's art earthwork, the Spiral Jetty. It was an alien landscape, beautiful and unfamiliar in that west desert of the Great Salt Lake. Geege liked it too, except for the bugs. We drove as far as we could on the dirt road until the terrain made it impossible to continue, then we walked a little ways to the Jetty. The water had receded some, but there were still pink/orange pools and colorful swirls of brine shrimp.

mother's day

(freaky photo by Kim Anderson -- I just puked a little in my mouth)

I spent very early Mother's day morning, assisting mothers in becoming mothers. Exhausted from a long night on call. I crept into the house at 7:35am to find two irises on the table (I hate irises), next to a card addressed "Mother." Leave it to Matt to find the creepiest card and flowers ever for Mother's day. Don't get me wrong, I love it. The card consists of two five-year-olds, embracing in black and white, and under this disturbing picture it says "For My Wife." Eeewwww. I won't quote the entire Hallmark message, but I'll just give you an excerpt, "It's the hug that says, 'I believe in us.'" Okay, I'll stop there because I know you are retching. Later, Matt told me how he stood in the Hallmark aisle of the grocery store, surrounded by overweight, middle-aged men who wear their pants too high, and watched them flip through card after card, trying to find that perfect one. Thankfully, in the card there was cash specifically designated for multiple massages; Matt, you redeemed yourself.

Then, as I slept, Matt created the most amazing fleur de sel caramel chocolate cake. The recipe is from a new cookbook my brother, Spencer, gave him for Christmas, called "Baked." In the cookbook it is Sweet and Salty Cake. The amount of butter in this recipe is truly obscene; the cake looked beautiful and tasted divine. It is always so delightful to wake up at 3:30 in the afternoon to the sweet smells of rich chocolate wafting through the house. Overall, a great Mother's day. Thank you M and G.

Also, I will have you know that I did not partake of mommy-guilt today. I don't believe in it.

solids

baby's first duet

we'll be doing three nights at carnegie hall in june. previews on-going in gigi's room every night at 6.

mt

animal pile-up