Insert "Cat's in the Cradle" music here

Evan doesn't think this blog post title is as funny as I do. 
I've been laughing at it for the last five minutes. 
I blame it on the curdled half and half I poured into my coffee this morning.

Make it so.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who watched "Star Trek: The Next Generation" religiously in high school.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who in fourth grade was jealous when her mom was chosen to go on stage at the Universal Studios Star Trek experience.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who at seven spent an entire afternoon recreating the bridge with legos.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks Patrick Stewart is kind of hot.  Even hotter now that he's just been knighted.
Please?
Somebody?
Anybody?

{Dedalo's Sterling Silver Cufflinks}

 

{Defiant Damsel}

 

{Lake Illustration}

 

{Pangaea Designs}

"I do my moves. I do my dance moves!"

One of Evan's (and my own early) birthday presents this year was tickets to the Hollywood Bowl to see Flight of the Conchords.

It may or may not have been in order to buy this new insulated picnic tote. (From Homegoods if you are coveting.)

Regardless of the reason for going to the concert, my cheeks are still aching from smiling throughout the entire show.  (My feet still ache too, but that's because I hiked to the Bowl from Hollywood & Highland in uncomfortable, yet [as Evan reassured me twice] sexy shoes.)

If for some reason you have no idea who I'm taking about, watch these videos.  If you know who they are, watch the videos too.

WARNING: will cause aching cheeks!!  Maybe aching feet too

Bathing Beauty

Oh My Pancakes!!

Evan doesn't know it yet, but pancake practice starts tomorrow.


{via the AMAZING site Jim's Pancakes}

Wishing you a wonderful holiday weekend!!

New Stuff in the Shop

Vintage postcards repurposed into notecard sets.
Check it out here
You know you want one... or two

Buy Me Some Peanuts and Cracker Jacks!

We ate hotdogs. 
We clapped. 
We waved. 
We loved every minute of Miller's first Dodger game. 

To be fair, Miller and I have been practicing our fan activities while watching Evan and his softball team :)

{Thanks for the softball photos, Papa Stan!}

Picnic Picnic Picnic

As Miller gets older and more active (and louder, argumentative and more squirrly), restaurant dining is starting to become rather complicated.  One wonderful way to balance our need to get out of the house and let this energetic infant burn off some steam is to incorporate more picnics into our life this spring and summer.

Who's with us?

{Bugga Bugs Felt Picnic Set}

Have a wonderful weekend!  I hope there is some sort of picnic in your weekend plans.  :)

Good Ol' Fashioned Trickery

It really has become a daily battle to get this kid to eat new food flavors and textures.  He LOVES to eat, but introduce anything new to his tongue and it's immediately thrown on the floor.  (Heidi doesn't seem to mind.)

Today when fresh plums were gathering in a pile on the floor, I decided to take action.  (Seriously, who doesn't like fresh plums?!?)  Today's trick was to crumble graham crackers (a treat he FREAKS OUT over) and sprinkle them over the plums.

SUCCESS!  Miller acted like I sprinkled crack cocaine over the fruit and proceeded to literally inhale each piece.

Hmm, I wonder what else I can get him to do by simply sprinkling graham crackers around?

So opinionated

It's a daily battle to get Miller to drink from his sippy cup.  Months ago, when I first introduced it, he was drinking from it like nobody's business.  Now it's thrown on the floor in defiant protest.  Any tips would be GREATLY appreciated since I hope to have him off bottles by his first birthday in less than two months.

Something else he's starting to protest:  clothes.  We're hoping he never gets to the protesting of diapers stage.

What he's NOT protesting:  spaghetti and meatballs.  Good thing he's not wearing any clothes.

Do your heart a favor

To continue the birthday celebration, Evan and I went on a bona fide date here this past weekend.  And by "bona fide date" I mean we called to check on Miller at least twice.  (He was suffering from a rather snotty head cold.  Which I now have.  Thank you very much.) 

Unlike Tina and Steve, we had a reservation.  We were on time and ready to stuff our faces with chimichurri, steak and "panqueques".  Unfortunately, our table was not.  Because we looked so swanky and cool, the host offered to buy us a drink while we waited.  And by "looked so swanky and cool" I mean we gave him "I hate you eyes" when he told us we'd have to wait.  We sat down at the bar, he poured us each a glass of Don David Malbec and MAN OH MAN was I glad we had to wait. 

I'm not a wine expert by any means.  I know what I don't like, I know what I love and I know what I'll drink when I only have two bucks to spend.  But I do know that this wine is divine.  So smooth.  Almost creamy.  The perfect balance of a rich red without the heaviness.  I'm now on a Los Angeles hunt to find this wine and stock up (and by "stock up" I mean HOARD).

If you see it anywhere in the Southern California area LET ME KNOW.  Pretty please. 
If you see it anywhere else, buy it, order it off the menu, bathe in it.
It is HEAVENLY!

What would your board say?

Adorable right?  I'm wondering if my chalk aversion would go away if I had this cute chalkboard to write on... 

Find it here at Playing Grown Up's etsy shop.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Patiently waiting for Evan to get home from work...

Happy 31st Birthday Evan!

I'm so proudexcitedthrilled you spend your life with me.
Here's to many more birthday celebrations.
I love you!

p.s. "This is called foreshadowing."

(p.s.s. Foreshadowing quote found here from my talented friend Summer Block Kumar. Congrats on publishing another great piece, Summer!)

Lovely Love

My first Mother's Day
My everlasting adoration