A moment you've all been waiting for, Jack as a sentient being, forced into a bumble bee costume for Halloween and (mostly) loving it. But for a brief staredown with another little girl dressed as a bee, Jack was his outgoing self today, buzzing the Windom Place block party, then having his first bite of Twix bar at Sophie and Duncan's. On Friday, he made an appearance at Ken's noisy office party, ate dozens of goldfish and thrilled onlookers with a repertoire of dance moves. Note: His now frequent requests for "beer" and "wine" (usually in the reverse order) have thusfar been denied.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Buzzworthy
A moment you've all been waiting for, Jack as a sentient being, forced into a bumble bee costume for Halloween and (mostly) loving it. But for a brief staredown with another little girl dressed as a bee, Jack was his outgoing self today, buzzing the Windom Place block party, then having his first bite of Twix bar at Sophie and Duncan's. On Friday, he made an appearance at Ken's noisy office party, ate dozens of goldfish and thrilled onlookers with a repertoire of dance moves. Note: His now frequent requests for "beer" and "wine" (usually in the reverse order) have thusfar been denied.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
(Close) Shave and a Haircut
Two half blocks away sits Camillo's, the throwback barbershop of Tenleytown. (Bill Strathmann has been getting his haircut there "since he was a kid," to give you some idea - now that's old!) Jack braved the chair for for the first time and nearly made it through without tears, but they came as soon as Diane brought the scissors around to the front. A lollipop saved the day, but not before many hairs, and a few tears, were shed.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
For the Birds
En route from LA to Cambria, we pulled off 101 for a short pitstop in Santa Maria for some playground time (Jack says, "paydown!"). Lovely Waller park it was. After riding a dinosaur and bruising Daddy's tailbone on a very bumpy and somewhat curiously designed slide, we headed for - yep, you gussed it - a bench. We sat down, got lunch going (from Joan's on 3rd - yum)... And then the birds came. They were not shy at all.
Life's funny... You find yourself at 18-months old sitting on a park bench feeding the birds and then some 75 years later you may find yourself right back where you started. And smiling and babbling and maybe drooling just the same.
Pac Heights
Jackie loves a park bench, especially one with a view like this, and he doesn't mind a mushroom tart (ie, pizza) from Boulangerie in San Francisco either. Once again, he had a front row seat for the Blue Angels as they buzzed the hills of Pacific Heights - and, on at least one flyover, set off a bunch of car alarms, something I'm sure they love to do.