OMG! I totally miss drinking a bottle of wine and over-sharing on the interwebs.
So here is my belated update. Christmas letter style.
(If you follow me on twitter you already know everything.)
Let's see...where did we leave off?
At the end of the summer Henry and I spent a month at Nick's parents beach house in Delaware where my days started off with a swim in the pool and ended watching the lifeguards syncronized-run off the beach at 5pm, followed by a dinner of fresh crab and one of grandfather's Campari cocktails. It was a charmed August.
We did sneak away to NYC for a few days to pick up my sister Angie and throw a quick party at The Shop in Brooklyn. If you had been there you would have seen me do a live interpretive dance to Katy Perry's California Girls. Several times. At least I was wearing a pretty dress.
Why does Nick even let me out of the house?
In September Henry started Kindergarten. I know I always brag about not being sentimental, but I totally cried that morning. Staying home with him for the past couple of years was definitely the best choice for our family, but now I look back on those years and mostly see darkness. No kitchen is sunny enough for me to be in it all day and I suck at leaving the house unless I'm being paid, so now that we both have somewhere legitimate to be most days everything feels very right and very happy. Still, I cried.
Henry loves school. He's very much a rule-follower and when he gets home after school we have a goldfish cracker snack and gossip about all the kids who broke rules in class and on the bus. Henry is very gifted and I'm told he can go straight to high school next year.
I don't really remember October.
In November Nick and I hosted Thanksgiving at our house, which is really the only thing our big money-pit of a house is good for. Filled with family and friends, delicious food and a drunken game of Apples to Apples, it felt perfect. All warm and fuzzy. 
December is my favorite month of the year. I love the frenetic pace, the parties, the champagne and all the shopping. I love wrapping presents, getting cards in the mail, eating cheese constantly and multiple family gatherings. It's all so festive and ridiculous. Somewhere during all of it I developed pneumunia and cracked a rib from coughing like a maniac. Did you even know that could happen? Anyway, I spent Christmas high on vicodin back at the beach in Delaware and I remember it being lovely. Dreamy and lovely. After Christmas we took the Amtrak to New York just in time for the city to completely shut down because of the snow storm. The first night we were nestled safely in the lobby at the Ace Hotel and dined at The Breslin where, fyi - they won't let you sneak in chicken nuggets just because your finicky son won't eat a scotch egg, but they do have, according to Henry, acceptable french fries and hot cocoa. The next day we somehow made it to Angie's apartment in Brooklyn, but no restaurants were delivering food (at least not the 127 that I called) and so we starved and slept until rudely awakened by a Delta agent calling to tell us our flight back to Minneapolis had been cancelled and they rebooked us on a flight with a million connections sometime in the next decade. After a grueling and epic journey involving planes, trains and automobiles the four of us made it to Minneapolis in time for a couple of The Hold Steady shows. One of which was in Milwaukee, WI. While there I stayed at the beautiful Pfister Hotel. It's hauntingly beautiful and I loved it so much the staff had to force me to leave my suite in the morning and it was embarrassing.
And then finally it's January 2011 and after Angie went back to New York I put on my snuggie, settled into the fetal position on the couch and have been watching tv ever since.
Andrea
