23 April, 2012  |   2 Comments

Thoroughly enjoyable weekend

Dottie

Poor Dottie.
On Saturday morning, she jumped off a cedar chest at a yard sale and landed face first in a paving stone, getting her first black eye.

She’s fine.
James and I are traumatized.

Saturday night, James surprised me with a whirlwind date night. We spent too much and stayed out too late but it was way overdue. Cook! Goose and Gander! La Condesa! Hooting and hollering! Surprise date night took us out of our taxes, toddlers, budgets, meal prep, cleanup, laundry, floor routineroutineroutine.
(And it made me like him even more.)

Auntie Clare came to visit. Little girls played in the backyard pool. Seedlings sprang. Half marathons were run (Not by me. Ahem). Friends came over for an impromptu backyard taco bar. Wrapped it all up with dirty bath tubs and couchsleeping.

Corn

There’s always so much to do.
Unless there’s not.
And then we’d be smart to enjoy it.

Egg Decorating

21 December, 2009  |   1 Comment

Weekending

Posting continues to be light as we adjust to being a family of four people and one Pinot.


Toddler-safe treeI guess every family has a year like this, where the ornaments start four feet up the tree. We’ll probably have a few.

My parents and sister were kind to decorate the tree with non-breakable ornaments while I was in the throes of labor.

Life with two under two being what it is, I don’t think I noticed they’d done all that work until I’d been home for five days. Slowly, we’ve had to remove ornaments until we’re up to the high water mark we’re at today. The toddler just gets so intensely focused on one, and can’t help herself until it’s in her hands for complete destructr–er– exploration.

Dottie's still sleeping

We also were struck down with a virus this weekend, causing the newborn to have a runny nose. That’s a sad sound there, the congested 12 day old infant. Oh, to be thrust into this world from that comfortable uterus, I sympathize.

Spaghetti for lunch

One of the fun things to do with that lasagna meat sauce from last week is to add a little water and use it for a meaty pasta sauce. That’s exactly what we had for lunch on Sunday.

Sunday art

Holly Burns was kind enough to invite me to her Wii Party last week (AND she said I was almost criminally good looking. Can I put that in my About page?).

The Wine Sisterhood sent along a few wines that were fun to share and I got out of the house.
I’ve been on what feels like house arrest the last few months and it was so nice to see some friends.

That’s an understatement.
I HAD to see friends or I would have gone more mad.
If I hadn’t seen those ladies, I may have imploded.
Jordan and Evany and Mai and Leah and my gal Maggeh and new friends and all of it is thanks to a video gaming system that’s improving my marriage.

(Seriously, bowling dates with my husband instead of zoning out over old episodes of Lost?

15 July, 2002  |   Comments Off

Weekend o’ Rama

Friday night happy hour cannot be described by just the word fun. Nor, even, can it be described as Funn. No, it was enlightening, inspiring and fascinating. These are the people-reasons I moved to San Francisco.

Saturday, I ran.
I ran and ran and ran.
My calves hurt and I have a blister the size of a quarter on my instep, but lo, I am running.
Paved park trails and the smell of eucalyptus.
Saturday night was filled with late night Cinemax.

Yup, that kind of Cinemax…

Sunday, I picked Hilary up from the airport.
We went out for delicious sushi to discuss our two weeks apart.

A failed scalloped potato dish for today’s-I’m-not-going-to-call-it-miserable-office potluck.
I’ll have to buy something at the grocery store at lunch.