American Made Summer

It's been uncharacteristically cool here and I've been loving every second of it. We do, however, live in Southern California so it was bound to heat up eventually. That means it's time to bust out the sun block, shorts and tees so my pasty boy can run around outside without turning pink.

Digging through The Boy's disorganized stash of seasonal clothes I realized that last year's 3T shorts and tees were already getting too small for my big boy and that I'd have to purchase some Summer stuff before Summer to tide him over.

In keeping with my plan to buy more American made stuff I bought these shorts

 and these

and this shirt

in size 4 from American Apparel and the stuff just barely fits. My kid's three and a half and this stuff is, theoretically at least, supposed to last until he's five. WTF? How did my big boy get to be so big?

In any event, I went back and bought him a pair of these shorts in a size 6. They still look pretty small, but I can't bear the thought of buying him an even bigger pair. And besides, I swear I rocked the same pair of shorts in the late 70's and early 80's, so they'll be good for entertainment value if nothing else.

Wordless Wednesday

Adventures in Santa Monica

I always make plans to get out and about, to take advantage of the things there are to do in Southern California more often. But we rarely escape our little sububurb. There's so. much. to do and we do so little of it. Shameful, really.

So it was a double bonus when an old friend of Hubs' and mine was in Santa Monica for work - an opportunity to catch up with him and for us to get out to the coast for the first time since The Little Boy was born.

We met our old friend at a pub, a pub that my dad and uncle used to take me to when I was wee so we could watch Laker's games in the 70's and 80's. Sniff.

We chatted and ate fried food and peas before heading out for a walk to check out the sea and sunset.

Here's The Boy, acting like the King of Santa Monica, with our friend.

And The Little Boy and Hubs with one of the canons, the story of which I can't remember.

Me and my boys with the pier in the background.

And a not terribly bad picture of the sunset taken from the pier.

It was a lovely evening and reminded me of two things. First - friends are still friends even if eleven years have passed since you've seen each other. Second - It's totally worth the minimal effort it takes to get out and see and do things. 

8 Months Old

Army crawling, almost actually crawling, babbling, teething, inquisitive and active. Very, very active.