Saturday night ended up being a girl’s night out. I met D & N at a relatively new restaurant downtown/t-loin. I was a bit early, so I sat at the bar and asked the bartender what he recommended (since they were out of peach “ice tea”) and I ended up sipping guzzling down a grapefruit gimlet. One word: Dee-lish! I was afraid it was going to overly vodka-y, but it wasn’t. I should have ordered another. Anyhow, Farmer Brown is self-described as “farm-fresh soul-food”, so you know the menu is going to look tasty. Fried Chicken, Mac&Cheese, Gumbo, Po’Boys, Pecan Pie, Ribs, Biscuits, Meatloaf…I’m getting hungry again just thinking about it.Service was quick, so we made it to the Curran with plenty of time. I had bought tickets to Jersey Boys (partly the reason it ended up being a girl’s night, S doesn’t do musicals AND I found two friends that hadn’t seen it yet!). What a F-U-N musical! It was hard to not sing along – but that didn’t stop some people sitting behind us (grr!) If you haven’t seen it yet, better get moving…
Geez, has it been a month already? Well, almost a month. Let’s see what have we been up to…
Out 4th of July was fun – we headed down the peninsula to our friend’s house for a family get together. Surprisingly, Lucie didn’t run right into the pool. She waited until we took her tennis ball out of the bag.
Mesmerized by Lucie, the pool, and Lucie in the pool, Mads didn’t eat too much of her lunch. We fed her as much as she would eat, waited a while, and then changed her into her swimming diaper. (She was being way too wiggly to allow us to put on her swimsuit.) After slathering on the sunscreen and putting on her hat (oh and blowing up her little water tube thing-ee), we slowly introduced her to the pool. She was a bit wary of the cool water – even though it was in the 90s that day – and I think she enjoyed it. She splashed around a bit. After 10m, she’d had enough and ended up taking a nap in the shade of the large redwood tree.
Since I have very little vacation time, I actually worked the week of july 2nd and then decided since practically everyone took that week off, I deserved a day off, too! So, Friday the 13th was my day. Unlucky, as it sounds, it was actually a productive day.
After dropping Mads off at day care, I came back home, picked up Lucie and took her for a run/swim at McLaren park. It was a great day to take off, too, as it was just the most beautiful day in all of SF. Then…I gave Lucie a much-needed bath.
I dropped Lucie off at home, I was off again, downtown. Finally, downtown, by myself, to the stores I (desperately) needed to go to (as always the case). I first hit up Bloomingdale’s to spend the rest of a gift card and found some nifty shades. I searched for a dress for an upcoming wedding, but couldn’t find anything. Wandered into H&M, but found it too overwhelming. Finally, found a dress at Banana. By then, my tummy was rumbly and I headed down to Out the Door for lunch. I also went here and brought some sweets home. Went to Old Navy to pick up some tee shirts and pants for Mads – who probably has more clothes than S & I combined. Finally, hit up the Container Store sale and bought some needed containers for home. Not the lazy day downtown that I had planned, but I was on a mission.
I came home home, unpacked, started a load of laundry, I then head up the hill to Mollie’s. I love my baby, but grocery shopping with her is…frenetic. As much as she LOVES riding in the shopping cart, she also likes to reach out and touch things, especially things that could break and make a huge mess. By the time I got home, it was only 3-ish and I had done so much, I was able to putz around for a little.
When we went to pick up Mads, S & I got more than we expected. The day care group had gone to the zoo that afternoon. She enjoyed seeing the animals, I think, and especially loved playing in the playground – swings are her favorite. Her caretakers mentioned to us that she likes playing with the boys (much to S’ dismay) and that she’s sort of a…gasp!…tomboy! Apparently, she’s crawls over, past, thru anyone who gets in her way. So much for the delicate little flower, we’ve got a bruiser on our hands.
“Americans are sick of this ratatouille of rascality…” taken from an article regarding Bush’s commutation of Scooter Libby’s prison sentence.