Today, June 23, is officially unofficially Jessica Day!
Or it would have been had President Bush responded accordingly to the letter I wrote him as an elementary-school student.
Feeling a touch of envy for May’s Mother’s Day and June’s Father’s Day celebrations, I decided to write to the President to ask if June 23 could be Jessica Day. A day to celebrate all Jessicas.
This makes a lot of sense if you think about it, given the popularity of the name in the 80s. The day wouldn’t just be about me, it would be for Jessicas everywhere. It may also explain why I named my daughter the #7 most-popular baby name of her day.
But, alas, all I got from the President was an autographed picture and some stock response about how the nation’s youth should go to summer school. This may or may not have had an influence over my future political leanings…
I don’t exactly celebrate Jessica Day anymore, but I did get a call from my parents this morning (thanks, Mom and Dad!) and Eric’s been known to bake me the occasional cake.
I’ve been writing my congresspeople more than usual lately about more pressing issues, with everything going on in the news. I still get stock responses, but I refuse to give up. It’s not enough to merely vote on election day…our elected officials need to hear from us between elections. Whatever your views, your voice matters. Even if your name isn’t Jessica.
I haven’t been in this space much lately, as someone reminded me recently, so here I am. I’m not sure if I’ll keep this blog going for a variety of reasons–has anyone else noticed that the entire Internet has stopped blogging and started podcasting??—but since I’m here, here’s what’s on my mind on this most important of days.
1. My baby isn’t a baby anymore. This isn’t new news. At nearly 3 1/2, our daughter hasn’t been a baby for a while. But some of the milestones we’ve hit since the big 3.0 have solidly put us into big(er)-kid territory. Potty training. Independent classes. Vanishing stair gates and childproof locks. PRESCHOOL REGISTRATION. I’m not usually one to grieve over the passage of time, and you won’t catch me shedding a tear over outgrowing diapers; however, Eric and I have a breakfast date planned for her first day of school because if you’re gonna cry, you might as well do it over pancakes.
2. As children get older, traveling gets easier! Not only do kids become more easygoing and agreeable on the road, but you don’t have to lug all.the.stuff. Over Memorial Day we took our first trip sans diapers, portabed, baby backpack (for hiking), heck, we don’t always bring a stroller! We even went somewhere—wait for it—just for fun. We rented a house in Seattle’s family-friendly neighborhood of Phinney Ridge/Greenlake and became temporary residents for a week. And it went GREAT. It was the perfect confidence booster for more adventurous family travels and a sneak peek into all the good stuff yet to come–travel- and otherwise. Can you say National Parks roadtrip?!
2a. Shout-out to Seattle’s super kid-friendly shopping scene including Labels Consignment Boutique (a women’s AND children’s consignment shop WITH a dedicated toy box, the Perennial Tea Room and their popular kids’ play stove and tea set and last but not least Frock, whose cozy children’s nook kept Emily entertained for an hour while we chatted with the friendly shopkeeper.
2b. Coffee and Coyle’s. Oh man, I could talk about Seattle’s food scene all day, but the place I can’t stop thinking about is Coyle’s Bakeshop. They took the art of pastry to another level and served our favorite lattes. We might have switched to coffee indefinitely if it hadn’t been for that pot of Kumsi Tea on our last visit.
2c. Also, life-changing pizza. And blog-celebrity sightings (oooohh).
3. The Great British Baking Show returns July 1!
4. “Is there any practice less selfish any time less wasted than preparing something delicious and nourishing for the people you love?” – Michael Pollan, from his new Netflix series Cooked. This quote wins all the heart eyes.
Related: Netflix is killing it in the original content department.
And with that, go give a Jessica a high-five today. Write your congressperson, too.