Saturday, June 30, 2012

Playing Tour Guide to Our Palisades Peeps (Planning Ahead Never Works as Well as Last-Minute Meet-Ups): LACMA is Our Other Backyard

(guaranteed to hook even the most reluctant little museum-goer)

approaching Levitated Mass

(actually not as big as I expected it to be)

under the 'big rock'


another guaranteed kid-pleaser: Metropolis II
('Za -- as ever -- is not a fan of loud noises in enclosed spaces)


We raced through the ancient Mexican art exhibit ('Children of the Plumed Serpent,' closing tomorrow) -- Ander could have spent much longer in there, amongst the effigy censers and turquoise-tiled human skulls...


Happy Birthday, Grandma! (Cake by Sweet Lady Jane)




After brunch at Maison Richard, and a stroll through our neighborhood...


She received:  

  • a hand-made elephant-embellished Sculpey book weight (Aliza)
  • a custom-made Capster belt (Ander)
  • tickets to "War Horse" at the Ahmanson (Dubbadad, et al)

Friday, June 29, 2012

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language*

(*thank you, Henry James)







The waitress at the pizza joint said she liked 'Za's hat.  
'Za said, "Thanks!  It's at a jaunty angle!" 
And the waitress told her she was the coolest kid everrrr.
There was a DJ mixing things up live in the pizza joint.  Shame-free Ander had to had to had to dance dance dance all over that shiny shiny polished ce-ment floor, right there, next to the hot pink foosball table, smack-dab in the middle of the pizza joint.  Zaza joined in.  The DJ was amused.  
I laughed and laughed.  
As our waitress left for the night, she dodged the dancing dervishes, and said I should be a proud mama.  And I was -- and am -- because they are so very themselves, and they have made me embarrassment-proof, and remind me every day to live in the moment, 
and to maybe shake a tail feather while there.
(three IncrediBooth photos in, the pizza arrived)

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

When Your Family Doesn't Follow Organized Sports (Save for the Yearly Grudge-Match Football Game Betwixt Your Parents' Alma Maters, the Occasional Baseball Game [but That's Really About the Dodger Dogs], and Olympic Swimming and Gymnastics)...

...you might -- for example -- refer to any person in any sort of sports uniform as a 'Dodger' (Ander, age 4)


...and you might -- for (a more-recent-as-in-this-morning) example -- not actually own a sports jersey to wear to International Jersey/Pinnie Day at soccer camp.


But don't fret.


This jersey-free sort of family, might be -- no -- most certainly is just the sort of family who always has some plain white t-shirts and permanent markers on hand.





Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The Days are Just Packed*

* thank you, Mr. Watterson!


After morning soccer camp they:
wrote a letter to a friend at sleep-away camp...

dug into the costume-box makeup stash and learned --
on her own! -- how to apply mascara...

...and added (cosmetic-grade) glitter to the afore-mentioned mascara...

...experimented with shaving cream clouds and colored water (thanks, jessica!)...





...found a recipe in a cookbook, shopped for the ingredients at Trader Joe's, and made dinner...

(he learned the 'claw' technique in his 5th grade kitchen class)

Well on their way to developing a 'signature dish'
(The recipe was neither 'quick' nor 'easy,' despite the cookbook's title.
They will be tweaking it next time, doubling the sauce, adding eggplant,
and stirring some of the cheese into the pasta before baking...)