Jasper Roblee and his parents Kate + Matt organized a fun, last minute bbq on Sunday. Lila's new friend Sebastian and his little brother Atticus were there with their parents too....This was a good practice run on the sunscreen for Hawaii.
Monday, May 30, 2011
happiness is sun, friends and memorial day picnics
Jasper Roblee and his parents Kate + Matt organized a fun, last minute bbq on Sunday. Lila's new friend Sebastian and his little brother Atticus were there with their parents too....This was a good practice run on the sunscreen for Hawaii.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
we miss you already....
Uncle Quentin + Jane spent a couple of days cuddling, tickling and giggling with the girls on their way back to Sydney. Harper loved meeting her Aunt and Uncle. Lila can't believe it has been two years since she last saw her Uncle and Jane. Sometimes we wish the world were smaller. Karl knows that deep down Q loves him too. xo
Monday, May 23, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Aloha SF, we're going to Hawaii!
We booked our first family holiday today - Honolulu or bust - hitting the beach Memorial Day week (just after Q&J visit). Swimsuits, shorts, water wings, sand and sunscreen here we come! xo
Thursday, May 12, 2011
something for my girls. xo
A Mother’s Prayer for Her Child By Tina Fey
Posted on April 15, 2011 by Melody Godfred
Bossypants
Tina Fey Hard At Work
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey
Posted on April 15, 2011 by Melody Godfred
Bossypants
Tina Fey Hard At Work
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey
Monday, May 9, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
sun is fun
Last weekend was so warm and sunny the girls got to wear their Hawaiian sundresses from Grandma and Boba. It was a nice change from the cold, foggy norm - the perfect weather to laze around the backyard.
Last week, Lila had her first real day at the office. She accompanied Brendan on the annual'take your child to work day.' She lasted about half the day. Smart girl. And our Harper has become a very solid little walker and talker. If you say something, chances are she will repeat it. Her favorite words: Lila, Bubba, Dora, Mama, Dadda, Pato (bottle), Agua, Bye and Dog (sounds like doh) or Karl (sounds like kah).
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