Monday, January 4, 2010

New Year's Eve

We had a fun time bringing in the new year with a couple of our friends, Jen and Derek. The Scattergories game was hillarious. I was a bit disappointed that I mistook "dessert" for "desert" on one of the rounds. I could have thought of a million desserts that begin with an "l", (anything loaded, right?) but couldn't think of a desert! Argh!
On the menu was an array of appetizers. Did I mention the party included us and ONE other couple? I thought for sure we'd have TONS of left-overs with all the food we prepared. There was stuff left over, but only about 1/4 cup of guacamole lived to see the new year, the shrimp ring was also history and thankfully none of the bruschetta had to be thrown away or refrigerated because it too was eaten. The bruschetta and shrimp ring are not in the picture for some reason. Also not pictured are the party planners, Desirae and Jen.

8 Years

I normally don't have that many weird lines going on when I smile, but really the sun was setting and we were looking directly into it. I should've done the wink thing like Stephen, but hey, he's the more "smooth" one of the two of us.
So here's the scoop. We celebrated our 8-year anniversary with a visit to Coronado. It has been high on my list of San Diego sights to see. Both Stephen and I had never been there before and it was nice to enjoy it for the first time together. We both just thought the only thing on the island would be the famous and huge Hotel Del Coronado. When we got there, we were like, "Hey, there are houses here. People live here?" We both thought it was just one big vacation destination. They had their own fire station, city hall, would-be-library-turned-used-book-store. Without a doubt, the Hotel Del was where anyone and everyone was . Besides the original rooms, there were also individual villas (not pictured) that looked pretty sweet. The only downside to staying in one of those was that they faced the ocean (duh), but they also were right along a huge walking path, separated by a white iron fence where everyone on the path had a full view of all the people chillin' in the back yard of their villas. Basically, no privacy.
We were going to do some ice-skating by the sea, but felt that just people-watching was good enough for us.
Here's a view of the hotel from the shore. To the left of the main hotel, you can see the beginning of the villas.
Oh yes, and Stephen decided to let his facial hair/pins and needles grow, in true holiday fashion. Ouch for me! It was fun to see him shave off different patches after that as he experimented with different looks. Some were better than others...
A gazebo in the courtyard. From this area, the rooms looked like they were all on one big ship.
The main Christmas tree in the lobby. It must have been, I don't know, 20 feet high? It was fake, of course.
More Christmas deco's and Stephen, dreaming.

A sea-themed Christmas tree. Fun colors!
Us, eating dinner at Peohe's. A yummy seafood place with a view of the water and downtown. I told Stephen to take a mental note of my plate after dinner, because it doesn't look that way often. It was actually NOT clean. Maybe it was because we polished of the whole platter of appetizers first and because I was trying to save room for our molten lava cake that we shared for dessert. What a splurge!
This is one thing that we could see on the night skyline, across the water from our restaurant that night. I didn't think we would actually be going there. My expectations were fully met with the delicious dinner, and window-shopping time with my husband. We hit up the 5-story Horton Plaza, contemplated catching a movie, but instead meandered around downtown back to our car, passing drunk party-goers, the gas lamp, smokers, and hooka-lounges (ewe!). The funny thing is, we parked a few blocks away from Horton Plaza because the signs on the parking garage for the mall said "Free Parking, after you spend $500." Yeah, right, we thought. Who really does that? Then when we were at the mall, we saw a sign with all the different locations of parking validation machines. I guess maybe I took the sign in the parking structure too literally. For our far-away spot, we paid 3 bucks.
So I was ready to return home when Stephen suggested we go to the hotel. I was totally NOT into the hotel idea because a)the cost and b) I was not prepared. I thought that the hotel option was ruled out once he didn't ask me to pack my bags, nor did he pack them for me. What kind of person usually, just "shows up" without any luggage at a hotel??? Yes, there is a specific type, and that is not me. As I was reasoning out of the idea, I finally decided that at the very least, I could not spend the night somewhere without my toothbrush and toothpaste. Stephen pulled into the temporary parking near the front lobby anyway. He went in to check if the rates he saw online were still available. I waited in the car. As he got back into the car, he tossed me a free toothbrush and told me the toothpaste was already in the room. I told you he was the smooth one.

Mesa Monday

I was overjoyed that someone actually responded to one of our "lost jacket" signs posted in every laundry room of this Student Housing complex (Mesa) where Brooklyn left her jacket a couple weeks ago. While we were there retrieving the jacket, we hung out at the playground for a while and had the place all to ourselves at first. It was really fun to just hang out with my kids at the park, I don't know why that was a bit surprising to me, but the Mommy-and-me playtime was indeed refreshing.
I couldn't capture any of Ian's flashes of smile, but dang, the kid has me whooped on him. I admit that I'm a total pushover when it comes to keeping him happy. That means a lot of our dinners are cooked one handed by me as he "supervises" perched on my other arm.
He's overdue for a haircut, but I'm pretending to go for the grunge/surfer look. Really though, I just can bring my self to use the buzzer thing that I use for Stephen and I also know that the wiggle worm does NOT sit still when I'm holding hair-cutting scissors.
Brooklyn, on the other hands, loves to strike a pose. Speaking of hair, I am badly behind in taming her crazy wild hair as well. I look at other people's blogs sometimes with their children's well-manicured hair, and head-to-toe coordinating accessories (pip, nora, bethany!) and I think wow. I only wish I was that motivated to keep up that "polished" look. I realized a couple of days ago at a baptism that Brooklyn's hairdo was "yesterday's news" as my mom would say. Basically, the ragamuffins with the bed heads - they belong to me! I'll claim 'em!
Later that day, we were privileged with a visit from Mark, Tracy, and family. The brothers/dads (Stephen and Mark) took the kids to another park while the moms chatted and made twice-baked potatoes for dinner. I even tried to make uncle Mark's "favorite salad" that I served him for the first time years ago, and forgot the secret and only spices at the end, salt, pepper, and sugar. Oops! Good times had by all! I guess we're even because when the guys/Mark made cookies, it took two batches to get it right. The first attempt ended up as a cookie-sheet full of oatmeal swimming in chocolate and butter blobs. The cookies from the second batch were well worth the wait, though!

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Winter Wonderland

We visited a park in La Verne where they had real snow for the kids to play with.
And there were sled rides...
which the kids thoroughly enjoyed
The snow was fun, but we were ill dressed for it. Luckily our friends let us borrow some gloves for Brookie.
The snow was so compacted, it felt really hard, like ice almost.
But that didn't stop Brooklyn from making snowballs, which felt more like ice rocks.
That didn't stop her from throwing them repeatedly at me and Ian.
Ian was a little confused.
He enjoyed feeling and tasting the snow. No surprise there.
Brooklyn, being herself.

Sorry, Ian. You don't stand a chance at returning any of those snow rocks. Give it another few years. Ask your uncle T.J., your time will come.
In the meantime, thanks for being a good sport!
And trying your best.
The snow angel attempt, by no surprise, left exactly NONE of the desired impression.

I know she noticed, but she didn't comment to me that the Santa we saw here was a different ethnicity than Christmas Eve's Santa.
Unfortunately, they wouldn't pose together. But the pictures are not bad, anyway.
If nothing else, I am thoroughly amused and constantly entertained by spending these precious years of life with these kids.
Childhood. You gotta love it.

Christmas Morning

Santa was here!


What's a holiday without a little mischief?

Happy Ho, Ho, Ho to You!

As Santa came for a visit on Christmas Eve at the Mejia's house, Brooklyn could be heard singing the lines to this song from our Christmas CD at home, "Santa Claus, Santa Clause, Must be dear old Santa Claus. Santa Claus, Santa Claus, happy ho, ho, ho to you."
My favorite part of the night was Santa sharing his tidbits of advice from the parents. First he told the kids that they needed to be big kids and use the potty. At that point, Caleb was all, "oh, that's for me!"
Then, as Brooklyn was checking out her fairies, Santa mentioned that the kids also needed to kick any thumb sucking habbits. I couldn't stop laughing at that point by the way that Brooklyn slowly examined her thumb and then showed Santa the evidence. She knew that it was her to whom this advice was directed.
What a night!

Friday, January 1, 2010

Christmas Adam

I remember reading a funny book in grade school called The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. It was about these kids who were kinda rough around the edges, and they gave an annual nativity skit their own flavor by using slang in the dialogue.This year, grandpa Glade tried to make sure we did NOT make light of the Christmas story. The kids really tried to behave, but check out these angels with attitude!
This little lamb (and his runny nose) didn't even make it through the opening credits...
But the hoodie was cute while it lasted!
The wise men... w a i t i n g for their turn
The smallest angel, peering
Dad taking over so mom can catch some of the comedy...
Cousin Lilly, giddy-up cowgirl!
For unto us a child is born!
We come bearing gifts!
We did it!
the clean-up crew
Brooklyn's got her treasure hunt bag in hand and is seeing how much candy she can sneak before getting caught.
No, Christmas would not be complete without a Christmas Adam. (It's the day before Christmas Eve, and the day when all the McKendricks and now Merkleys get together for dinner and a nativity skit.)