Did you know this is only urban excavation site in the world?We saw some women excavating a saber tooth tiger and I felt like a kid again. I love that part of being parent is seeing the world the way they do: full of wonder and excitement.Our membership to the Natural History Museum gets us into the Tar Pits as well. Bonus: Tar Pits are next to LACMA which all kids in LA can get into for free. A double win-win! Paul was in love with the dire wolves. They have excavated almost 2,000 and have a few on display.After some running around we needed a snack at the local cookie shop. Yum!And because it was Sunday, the LACMA had some activities for kids. We walked up right in time for the Slide Whistle Workshop, giving out and teaching kids how to use slide whistles.I’m not going to lie-the weather was perfect for spending the afternoon outdoors.Looks like spring is quickly becoming summer and I might need to stock up on sunscreen.We tried to stay in the shade or hide in the plastic-spaghetti like strings of the LACMA.Henry is pretty darn good at expressing his emotions without words. He loved the day!
My mom’s last day at work was last Thursday and yesterday we had a chance to celebrate. She came over and we had brunch at a local spot called the Attic. So good!
It still unreal seeming. We sat under umbrellas, drinking spiked lemonades, at 11 am on a Wednesday. We are both looking at each other wondering how this came to be? My mom has worked ever since I can remember. So if I thought ten years teaching was long…try more than three times that is how long my mom worked in an office for the UC system. And now she has all this crazy free time. My offer still stands…Grammy can take my three anytime she wants.
For brunch, I ordered the veggie burrito. They put fries inside and avocado on top. Also we shared an order of the FGT- fried green tomatoes! I was full all day. This one meal pushed me over the limit.My treat: manicure and pedicure at Kreme de la Kreme- two doors down. They have fair wages, clean- super clean, cupcakes, and of course my new obsession:I chose the second color from the right, very much in the shade of Hello Kitty’s bow. Classic!We stayed almost two hours to relax. I figure this is a great way to kick of the celebration of not having to work. My mom thinks next time we should head to Korea town for pedicures that involve live fish. She has no idea how gross that sounds to me. Let’s just come back to this spot!
My cousin Jessica was confirmed in the Catholic church on Sunday, so we used that as a reason to gather together and celebrate. We had food, talked and talked, and let the kids run around. I love that lately we have shared more intimate and spiritual conversations. Sometimes at the most random times because we both have little ones. But squeezed in conversations here and there about parenting, teaching, God, faith, trust, and listening to our hearts.We also have had to cancel plans due to little ones being sick. Mine had a fever, hers were coughing, mine got pink eye, hers started antibiotics, you know how it goes. Back and forth, until somehow the clouds part and the sun shines down and we are all rejoicing under one roof.
The timing of our marriages and children have helped the most, in ways of growing close. But she also is the blood cousin of Joe and they are strikingly similar in interests. I just learned about her equal passionate collection of trolls, something I have teased Joe about for years.
She is a reader and a writer like me. Since we are both raising daughters, we like to daydream about the girls forming a band like Sleater-Kinney when we get older. We will happily be the moms on the sidelines cranking out buttons and silk screening t-shirts. Girls rule!They could play dress up all day. That is exactly what they did and luckily they are the same size. Their imaginations ran wild with all sorts of imaginary games.
And she is someone I can ask..what about Disney princesses? How much is too much? What are the benefits because all I can see are the negatives? She gives honest feedback. I love that.
Soon enough the littlest of this tribe will be dedicated. If everyone’s healthy, we plan on being there next month to celebrate one more blessing in the family.
Joe is growing sunflower seeds for his class. Their sprouts are a perfect reminder of the spring season. A new and fresh beginning is what I see, especially for my aunt who is preparing to move to Kansas City. Her five bedroom house in Oceanside is being emptied this week and we had a chance to say good-bye. One final lunch of Mexican take-out under the umbrella.Look at that weather: gorgeous! And I spared everyone the tears. I stayed focused on the gifts that are in store: the chance to be closer to those getting old, extended family, and friends. The decreased distance from her son and grandson in Texas. The excuse to one day road trip across the country. The opportunity to carve out a life that makes the most sense for a woman who has given up a lot for her family. She went from raising a son to taking care of her mother, and at every point she gave 100% in a selfless way. She is picking up her roots and setting them down in much richer soil. It is definitely an adventure and the smile I hear in her voice alludes to her excitement.The kids are still a bit confused, which I am okay with. Olivine asked if we would see grandma on the drive down. Death’s permanence is still strange to her. But the best part of that is she remembers my grandma. Henry added details from his memories of grandma’s hugs and her chair she kept surrounded with mail and books. They remember sleeping over, tossing balls to the dog, feeding the turtle or koi fish, running around with their cousin, flying helicopters, and the tradition of taking flowers to my grandma. Those are the memories we will treasure.God has been faithful in this move. The family moving in has four kids and the walls will soon fill with laughter. The yard is drought tolerant and low maintenance. Without asking, the help to drive across country has appeared and now the days are numbered.I wish my aunt the best. This is our last hug in the driveway but hopefully the beginning of some beautiful new places for us.
This week the team moved away from coaches pitching and let the kids pitch. Paul was first up, and just like when I watch him bat, I find my hands are suddenly sweating. I want to look away, but I can’t. I get incredibly nervous to see my little guy out there.He looks so big and mature out on the field. Almost like I can’t recognize him his socks pulled high and the concentration on his face. Or maybe it is if I squint, I can visualize him as a high schooler. The coach gave him a couple pointers a few weeks ago and it has made a world of difference. I didn’t come from a world of team sports as a child. It is all new to me, and I love getting to see baseball through the eyes of an eight-year old.
is defined as the persistent difficulty in discarding possessions, despite their value. And I am slowly realizing that it is a function of my anxiety and depression. I have let go of the boxes of cards and journals, the stamp collection, the sticker books, the Boy George book (still a twinge of regret on that one) but still the hoarding lurks in hidden places.I am learning that the “clutter” brings me anxiety, but the pushing it off brings the depression. It is a tension that I struggle with. So I spend free time, like today, with windows wide open and an empty house. It takes one drawer at at time…Kind of like jogging (one day at a time).It’s like time travel, but the difference is now, I’m not as fond of the trips down memory lane as I am slowly becoming aware that I don’t need all the stuff in drawers, collecting dust (yes, a lesson repeatedly learned). Here is the frame from a 2003 birthday, my friend made me. It pretty much sums me up..I love Jesus, the apple is for teaching, Oprah, the Eiffel Tower (Vive la France!), dogs crossed out (sorry friends), and a tiny heart with Joe on it. Me in a red, sparkly star frame!
Oh and the Church of the Sojourners! So much love and “passing the peace” with hugs. The folks who taught me so much about living in the Lord together, what it means to break bread, practice the sabbath, and share a common purse. I had shoved this one page directory into this drawer. Was that when I moved to LA? Have I been back (or away) for eleven years? And these pages of checklists from 2007. The literal checks next to all the preparation for a home birth that I never had. And guess what? I had only minor aches of sadness to reread the list. Because in the end I learned to let go of the control that flows against labor and just like my mid-wife promised…I would be so much happier about a healthy baby than any ideal water birth dream. Thanks Candace!I threw out most of the drawer and left the essentials: a handheld sticker machine and tiny red suitcase full of stationary and postcards…Ahhh..the progressive change away from keeping and toward empty spaces.
The weather was exceptional today.We took advantage of the empty shoreline and set up under those swirly clouds that changed shape every time I looked up.We found a sea star and saw a pair of dolphins in the six hours of sunshine play.Friends brought us sandwiches and baseball fun.The low tide and sailboats were a picturesque backdrop.A sandy, wipe out way to end spring break.Everyone heads back to school tomorrow, and I have a whole week to myself. I am feeling lucky!
Months ago, I ordered tickets on line for the Broad. I had no idea then that my family might want to head out of town, or a friend might need help with babysitting. I basically chose the one day I didn’t have to go to work during spring break. Oh yeah, my family and I had different spring breaks this year. Terrible. Mostly for me. Every afternoon I would have to separate myself and head to the college to teach while they went to the aquarium, farmer’s market, bike rides, and adventures.
The Broad is the newest museum to Los Angeles and is FREE! Who doesn’t love that?
The magic behind this is Eli and Edythe Broad (watch the free-kid friendly-video upon entering). And get there early to sign up for the Infinity Mirrored Room by Yayoi Kusama.
Download the free app if you would like to be tour guided by LeVar Burton (Reading Rainbow!).We loved the large pieces and all the color. Plus the folks who work here are super friendly. My kids engaged multiple of these people and learned even more about the art they were looking at. Olivine might have had some difficulty not touching the art. Like the piece above “Tulips” because it was so shiny. All I thought…my daughter needs to go to more museums. These two “giant” pieces were on different floors. They were able to make the connection that I didn’t, that they belonged to each other by the artist Robert Therrien.I could go on and on. If my kids would have let me, I would have stayed longer to listen and watch “The Visitors,” which was a simultaneously filmed song of each instrument and musician in a different room of an old house. Henry loved the guy in the bathtub, Paul loved the drummer, I loved the girl playing the accordion, and Olivine and Joe loved the girl playing the cello. What does that say about each of us?We timed our visit to be the first ones in and to be leaving as our tummies rumbled for lunch. A few blocks over we had lunch in Little Tokyo. And yes, the macaroons are from a lovely shop nearby. It was either sweets or a trinket from the Hello Kitty shop. This could be shared and are colorful. Pictured above: pineapple, framboise, rose, and pistachio.
Such a good day. The weather as perfect and we didn’t get home until the evening.
For Easter, we only hide a couple around the house
and then we head out to Signal Hill to hide a ton of eggs.The kids usually come back and beg to eat jellybeans or seem restless after being outside so early. But this year I found dinosaur eggs in Target’s dollar bin. This was perfect.They sat at the table for hours (I swear) digging and excavating out the mini dinosaur.At some point they decided it was dusty and gathered their own masks which I loved. They were full of concentration.Until around noon when Joe and I decided it was time to head outdoors. We spent the rest of the day at the beach.They ran around on the sand, in the waves, and made crazy contraptions.This was such a great way to celebrate and spend time together.Christ is Risen!
The flowers are in full bloom around here.The break from our routines of school, leaves plenty of time to wander and relax.I like to brag that my kids are good at “just chillin'” but I also feel like I can’t take credit. This is all Joe. I am not good at this carefree, just happy to be, attitude. But I am learning, another reason I am grateful for kids.