I’m excited about the day when I live somewhere that allows for a raised vegetable garden.  Truly, I am.  But until then, a few potted items will do.  In this case, it’s what will become sweet red peppers.

Day 19:  From a Low Angle

Dead snake on a plain.

May 18: Homegrown

The morning walk with the whole team.

Day 17: Up Close

Off to school! If “school” was walking around in the woods with your backpack on.

Day 16: Routine

Because we missed the metro by a lot, we didn’t get to do the run-and-slip-in-just-as-the-doors-are-closing thing.  Instead we waited patiently and shortly thereafter we stepped aboard.  And thirty minutes after that we walked into The Last Bookstore, a new/used book shop downtown that is, in a word, awesome.  Filled with cool displays of books, including a book tunnel, and a whole floor of $1 books, this was a trip worth taking.  Eight dollars later we each had two books respectively and four more for Baby Love.  Then we walked around the corner to Peddler’s Creamery where we got delicious bicycle-churned ice cream.  It was as if we took the metro from Universal City to Portland, Oregon.

Day 15:  Free Day!

This is perhaps less “favorite snack” and more “what I ate three of last night.”  S’mores, you are delicious and absolutely one of the top five reasons one should go camping.  Right above an excuse to be lazy and not shower and right below a good way to stop obsessively checking your email.  Also, as a bonus there’s nature.  And in our case, a perfectly recognizable Big Dipper because normally when people say, “Oh, there it is!” I nod and say, “Uh-huh” and then continue to search for it for the next ten minutes.

Day 14:  Late

While in some ways motherhood has probably made me a worse friend (late to respond, a disinterest in going out after 8 PM) it has made me a better person (less navel gazing), so if you accept that I might take days weeks to respond to your email, once we do get together (during the day, obviously) I’ll likely be less self-absorbed.  Unless something really amazing happened that day.  And by “amazing” I mean anything from Baby Love saying, “Bye-bye, truck!” to him not hitting Winnie in the head with his toy rake.

Okay, I take back everything I said about being a better person.  But it’s true that now, instead of droning on and on about myself, I get to drone on and on about my kid.  He is cuter than me.  And funnier than me.  But he is more likely to poop his pants.

Motherhood.  Da best.

Day 13:  Favorite snack

Pretty flowers and power lines.  

Day 12: Motherhood

The culinary options at the LA County Fair.  But in some cases, scary can also be delicious. However, that is not the case with the Krispy Kreme chicken sandwich.  (Um, spoiler alert:  it’s with a jelly donut, which for some reason was the part where they lost me.)

Day 11:  10:18 AM

Me, Baby Love and proof it’s a self-portrait (see:  the reflection in my sunglasses).

Day 10:  Scary