Hangin’ with the Jonoses

The Jonoses–made up of my hubby’s long-time friend Jay, my long-time friend Christine, and now their son JJ–took us on quite THE busiest but funnest time of our lives during our short visit to NJ back in May.

Our friendships with Jay and Christine date back to our young adult lives…our early 20’s–quite historic now if you think about it. They actually ended up together after our wedding, to which Terrence and I endlessly credit ourselves to such a successful hookup. Jay was one of the Groom’s Men and Christine was my Maid of Honor.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Fast forward to the present, what with all the highs and lows of friendships with a history, I am SUPER glad our friendships with this couple have remained in tact. They are godparents to our son and we to theirs, and I am even more glad our boys can grow up–despite the distance–knowing that their friendship has a chance of an even longer history than that of their parents.

While in Jersey, we stayed with the Jonoses for a short two days and three nights at the Jonos family home in Trenton, during which time the big boys bonded over fixing a car–like always, us mommies chatted away, like always, and the little ones happily played and made a mess of all the toys around them, like always. All of this done in between doing some serious food-tripping in Philly, crazy bonding and play time at Liberty State Park, and while being a bunch of tourists in Times Square.

Terrence was able to capture some precious moments during all of this–a time well spent with people whom we not only consider our friends…

Because this, right here, is family.

Us and the Jonoses = Family

Here are some snap shots of our time with the Jonoses…

Food Tripping in Philadelphia

Christine and I with the boys, in front of Geno’s…

…and Pat’s!

The endless selection of yummy cheese steak sandwich goodness at Pat’s.

Yeah…I’d go back to Philly JUST for this–a Pat’s cheese steak sandwich!

The boys hanging out at Geno’s Steaks. We have well eaten our Pat’s cheese steaks by this time, but the mommies still managed to eat and try Geno’s. Pat’s Steaks hands down wins the epic battle of which one is the yummier cheese steak!

Philadelphia’s Chinatown. We are on a mission to find a sweet house and get some TAHO.

Terrence and I in Philly’s Chinatown. We have been here as a couple. I never imagined we’ll be back here with Miggz in tow.

Mission accomplished!! Jay hangs out in front of the sweet house while Christine and I get tubs full of TAHO…a warm dessert made up of soy milk, sweet syrup and tiny taro balls (sago).

I find another sweet house in Philly’s Chinatown. This time I pick up some egg custards. Yumm!!

The boys are obviously bored!!

More of us in Philly’s Chinatown.

A few sites we saw in Philly…

The Liberty Bell

I didn’t realize the Liberty Bell was enclosed. I’ve always pictured it just being out in the open. Perhaps from the movie, National Treasure?

The Next Day at Liberty State Park (Jersey City)

Terrence and I

Miggz and I in the Jonoses’ Acura…our everywhere vehicle!

The Statue of Liberty in the background…

Terrence captures this precious photo of the boys.

Miggz and I pause for a juice break.

Thou shalt not come between a little man and his juice box!

Terrence, Miggz and I

Terrence Captures More Precious Photos, this time of Christine and I and the boys…

That is the World Trade Center Freedom Tower being constructed on the far right.

And Then There’s Times Square (NYC)…

Tired Miggz! It was two long days. Two long but GREAT days. Great days indeed.

What memorable trips do you most remember doing with your friends? Did they include kids?

What trips are you looking forward to doing with your friends??

Do share!!



All Photos by Terrence G. Photography | Copyright 2012 | All Rights Reserved

Ode to Apt. 3217

It’s hard to believe that exactly one year ago, we were gearing up to make our BIG move from New Jersey to Arizona. It’s something we’ve always wanted to do…a plan that has been in the back of our minds since we together set foot in this grand state back in 2004. We would make trips to Arizona every year since then, just missing 2008 (when family came to visit us instead) and 2009 (the year Miggz was born). Each time we visited we made a promise to eventually relocate (we just didn’t know if and when). Then came 2010…

I’ve always wanted to be able to remember the place we left–Apt. 3217 in North Brunswick. It’s a place that holds many special memories for us. Technically this was not the first apartment we had lived in together (that accolade goes to the Rahway apartment, which we vacated for this place just before we got married in 2006). Still we consider Apt. 3217 our first place together. It’s a place we had found on our own, one that we furnished with love, and made a humble home of for a good four years.

It was our first place as husband and wife.

It was the place we came home to after many a trip: our honeymoon in Sedona, mini-getaways in Miami and Vegas (just because we could), annual visits to Sarasota that always occurred in May.

It was the place that welcomed us back from weekend trips to the shore. Or Monmouth Park. Or Atlantic City.

It had the honor of hosting delicious Thanksgiving dinners (for two, or ten), a fresh pine for a Christmas Tree every year, and even one really crowded Secret Santa Party.

It even opened its doors to us ever-so-warmly after we ditched it for many trips to The City. To Broadway and Chinatown. To the museums, the grubs and the clubs (ok..maybe the clubs were more from earlier years, and the welcoming rights belonged more to Rahway).

But most important of all–and it holds a special place in my heart precisely for this:

It was the place where we started our family.

Apt. 3217 had the pleasure and the honor of welcoming this little one…

Miguel's first night at home.

It was the place where his Dad built his crib, long before he was scheduled to come home.

A mini-crib in the making...

It was a place where he didn’t have a room of his own. Instead he had a wall all to himself.

Miguel's wall.

A baby in slumber, by the safety of his wall.

It was a place where onesies rested in bins, not in closets, and co-existed harmoniously with other baby clothes and baby books and baby toys.


It was the place where–outside of the hospital–he first felt safe.

With Mommie and Lola Tess...

It was where he first took over our bed.

And where he had a hundred other FIRSTS…

First tooth and giggle, first crawl, first cruising steps.

First Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays.

First snow day.

We may have bid it good-bye forever last year…but we’ll surely never forget Apt. 3217 as Miguel’s first home.

Our first home.

Here are some photos that chronicle our move…

Miguel inside our apartment of boxes...

Moving truck outside 3217.

Baby on top of boxes. He had no idea we were leaving his first home.

The front grounds to our apartment, where we first introduced Miggz to snow.

Apt. 3217...THANKS for the GREAT MEMORIES!!

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