Waffles and kickoffs, our new weekend style.

I did, in fact, give up on public transit- largely because breast pumps and subways are wildly incompatible, and trying to juggle the two was making me crazy- and am mostly satisfied with my decision to drive to Manhattan and find parking every day (there's an app called spot hero that makes the latter easy, with the side benefit of introducing me to various parts of the city since garage availability changes daily.) Although every once in awhile the GW bridge gets me, like yesterday evening when it took me 45 minutes just to get to the damn thing.

And although I am, as per usual, jealous of Seth's commute, there are bonuses to having one foot in the city. Today, for example, I had Pakistani street food on the steps of the breathtaking Cathedral of St. John the Divine on my lunch break. (My roti was delicious but ridiculously spicy, leading me to wonder if passersby attributed my sweating at the door of church to lunch or to sinning.)

We've been here for just over three weeks, and we're starting to feel settled. We've unpacked all the boxes, Finley's midnight wakeups are no longer clockwork, and there are neighbor kids in our yard at all hours of the day and night. By West Point measures we're legitimate residents, which is to say that we have a fancy wreath on our door. (Most of our neighbors make them, so I ordered a big one from etsy in an attempt to fit in.)

We're still not ready to dust off our traveling shoes, so we spent another pleasant weekend at home, during which we tackled (excuse the pun) our first home football game. The kids were troopers in the heat and must be good luck, since the Black Knights are now 2-0 for the first time in 20 years.

Now that there aren't 8000 boxes to contend with, we're settling into a workout schedule too, which makes for intense running. There isn't a single flat surface on post and we live on top of a huge hill. I jogged it successfully a couple times last week, and on Saturday I got brave: Ford went for his first jogging stroller ride. He slept like a champ, and I'm pleased to note that I didn't have to flag down a ride on the way back up. Although I'm not ashamed to say I considered it.

Finley joined the incredible Hudson Highland Nature Museum Sunday, and spent a beautiful sunny afternoon exploring grasshopper grove. She was also delighted to be reunited with her waffle iron, and got her first nutella waffles. Which were a messy hit.

I didn't take many pictures this week but I did snap these two, and the photos of the week have a theme: "just like Daddy." I love both.