Archer talked to "William" the whole way home, petting his little crab shell and telling him all about the family he was about to join.
The kids spent all day Sunday with their faces pressed against the terrarium (a gift from HGTV Gardens, thanks guys!) which wasn't meant for hermit crabs, probably, but seems to be working out quite well.
We spent Saturday in Venice because we never go to Venice which is silly because it's a twenty minute drive and so completely wacky and awesome and I thought the kids would be stoked to people watch and run around like banshees. Which, yes.
when in Venice...For those who think Los Angeles people are beach people, here is what Venice Beach looked like at 3pm on a Saturday on one of the most beautiful days of the year.
... and then I realized that "people watching" isn't as fun when you're one and four and seven so we offroaded the stroller and made ourselves a little sand fort, spent the rest of the day with wet sleeves and no changes of clothes (whoops) and it was totally perfect.
Empty, thy name is local beaches.
ED: Revi spent our entire two hour beach hang picking up garbage and giving it to me. She was in trash-picker-upper heaven, which I'm all for but also, GROSS. Meanwhile, poor Bo wanted so desperately to be big enough to chase waves but alas...
Angela Chase in the Buffalo Tom hallway scene.
Meanwhile, Revi is trying to climb into the top level of the dollhouse because NOBODY IS HERE TO STOP ME AHHHH!!!
bananas, quinoa + avocado & salsa verde for taste + garbonzo beans + pistachios
Sometimes we do scrambled eggs in place of quinoa, Lentil Bolani from the farmer's market, organic pasta. Because we only do occasional turkey/chicken or fish (once week) Bo, Revi and Fable get most of their protein from eggs, nuts and legumes. (Archer eats turkey sandwiches every day for lunch but Fable, Bo and Revi are pretty much vegetarians.)
Other favorite lunch foods: berries, apples, skinned persian cucumbers, rice cakes for snacks...
Anyway, hopefully this was helpful? I can write a more detailed post if you guys want me to. (Let me know.)
I had one of those weird "oh, shit. I'm old?" moments this week when picking up a new pair of shoes for Hal. I was shopping during the nearby high school's lunch break and Sportie LA was full of teenagers and I was trying on a pair of wedge sneakers because everyone is doing it and one of the girls was like, "those are totally rad" and I was like, "right? I think I'm going to get them?" and she was like, "you SO SUPER should" so I totally bought them and was feeling super awesome about it until the next day when I woke up to wear them and realized that I was not... that... no.
It's kind of like the Urban Outfitters epiphany I had a few years ago when I went to UO and realized my time there was over and I was no longer twenty-two.
I have a hard time reconciling my age and it isn't because I'm afraid of getting old. Not at all. I mean, look at my mother? My grandmothers? My heroines are all between the ages of 50 and 90. Age is power. And yet... I still see myself as a kid. I still feel like a child. I am messy and disorganized and have to fight the angst of adolescence. In my dreams I am always a teenager. Which is very embarrassing to admit because I don't want to be one of those moms. The ones who think their children are their peers and yet... I have to constantly remind myself that I am the authority figure. That I am about to be thirty-two years old. That red Michael Jackson-y wedge sneakers aren't for THIS me but for THAT me which I no longer am.
Anyway, I returned them and went and bought myself a dress instead. A lovely age-appropriate and yet totally me dress.
It's funny because I used to expel SO much energy trying to debunk the "mom jeans" myth. So many of my early posts were like "fuck mom jeans I have bad tattoos and I don't even care! I am so hipster-cool, Raaahhhhhh!" and yes, okay, former self, I hear you. Fist to the chest, sister, but also, thou doth protest too much...
I'm kind of over trying to rebel against this image that doesn't even exist.
I mean, look around? The "khaki mom" is over. She's done. The most stylish women I know have children. Not because they're making a "statement" but because that's just how they dress. Just like a minivan is just a car.
And besides, "mom jeans" are about as fashion forward as it gets. (And minivans are awesome.)
So, let's hear it for jeans - mom or otherwise. Paired, perhaps, with a couple of kids? Or a couple of couples of kids?