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mother's day at sesame street show
big deal to an almost 2 year old. high five from grover himself

the fam at sesame street show

hiking in palm springs - hot hot hot (the weather, not so me)

me and little at the pool in psp NOT getting a burn. woo hoo!

I'm such a rebel. It's now Tuesday and a full week since my last entry. Woops. Our trip to PSP was great and I am proud to say I didn't even fry myself like I usually do. I guess all that SPF business really works. I'm usally so mentally skewed about my ridiculous Portland-eque level of PALE (and unwilling to admit my glowing white skin) that I slather on a thin layer of spf8 and call it a day-and no, I don't reapply irregardless of the thousand submergons in the pool. Thus the typical vacation burn. Maybe I'm growing wiser in my old age! Yes!

We got home on Saturday night and Sunday enjoyed an action-packed Mother's Day. Funny, one of the first things I thought of when I woke up that day was 'what in the hell did I do last year?' and couldn't remember for ages. Then moved onto, 'Dang I have a lot of junk to unpack'. And finished up with 'Because it's mother's day, I am going to eat all the yummy crap I normally resist...so lets head out nice and early to Tin Shed and beat the breakfast rush'. Best decision I made for myself in quite some time. Breakfast (aka my favorite meal of the day hands down) was incredible. Sat outside under heat lamps with a good view of all the other famililes waiting for a coveted table. The 'how latin' egg white scramble with fresh salsa, chorizo, black beans, avocado and cojito did not disappoint, nor did the potato cakes (crispy and delcious) and half of biscuit with homemade rasberry jam. Oh man! I can still salivate just thinking about it. So dang full after that, but damn it was good.

Sesame Street Live came to town so naturally we needed to take Thatcher to see the crew up close and personal. I got a picture of him (ok, so maybe I took like 30 pictures, but it was epic for him so don't judge me)...his expression when Bert and Ernie first came on stage was priceless. The afternoon show ended with a bang-Thatcher discovered his appreciation (and love) for the Count and got a high-five from several of the gang. What a day.

As if I didn't consume enough calories to last an entire week at Breakfast, we wrapped the night up with a couple mojitos then took it down to Sally's condo for some AMAZING PASTA from the authentic Italian joint near her place in the Pearl. I don't call myself much of a pasta lover, but this stuff was pretty gosh darn fantastic. In fact, I was so inspired by my two incredible meals it moved me to actually cook for once last night. We grilled chicken and asparagus with salad and homemade giant yummy croutons.

It's rainy here and not so much warm. I'm over it. Leaving again on Friday for a week to Clarkston to visit the folks. Should be nice weather and a fun time. By the time I get back I'm praying for sun here at home!

Got to get monkey to bed and gear up for the little obscure show called American Idol. I watch it like a twelve year old and love every second (not sure who I'm rooting for now that Matt and Allison are gone though. Boo).

Happy Tuesday, MamaO