Caught her mid sentence.
Helping daddy wash the car.
At dawn, we ride.
My other sidekick.
I thought this color was appropriate.
A birthday cake for moi. Carrot cake with coconut cream cheese frosting.
Dinner at PrepKitchen. We didn’t like the dessert one bit.
Front yard fire gazing.
A salad to be.
So much chocolate, so little time.
Quiet time + a good book.
Enjoying a birthday Macaron.
We spent the weekend checking out a local roaster, putzing around Little Italy and taking pictures of everyday life. I am happy to say I am almost done with my Christmas shopping and we even hit the beach for Christmas pictures.
My doctor appointment is this morning…duh duh duuuuuh. Fingers crossed everything is good.
I pulled out the felt tree I made Kaili, still fun a year later.
I made this spaghetti squash lasagna without the boats and it was delicious, this recipe is being put on rotation.
Kaili loves making this face because it cracks us up.
Our first time at Bird Rock Roasters in La Jolla, what took us so long?
Another first, we hit up San Diego Cellars downtown. Good wine, nice winemaker, can’t wait to go back when I can have a glass.
For dinner we tried Davanti in Little Italy. We had amazing Ligurian style baked focaccia + fresh soft cow cheese with local honey, crispy pork belly with mustard, cheese filled meatballs and grilled octopus on a warm potato salad.
BabyCakes in Hillcrest is half bakery, half bar, pure brilliance.
Evening walk around Little Italy.
Gearing up for some Football.
“Go to sleep Senna!”
Pacific Beach pre-sunset.
This whole “Santa’s watching” threat is turning out to be a genius idea. Hopefully Elf on the Shelf is still a thing next year because I will be all over that sh*t.
Yesterday was the first day that I have felt like crud the entire day. If I could have stayed under layers of blankets and slept sun up to sun down I would have. I mustered up enough energy to take K to see Santa. We had talked about it, we have been reading books about Christmas and she knows he is watching her…kind of spooky actually. She was pretty excited about it until he started walking toward us waiting at his “cottage.” She stiffened up, grabbed ahold of me and jumped into her stroller. Scary Santa was on his way and she wasn’t digging it. It’s a lot harder to not pick her up than one might imagine. Our time came for pictures and she walked up to him holding my hand but when it was picture time she about lost it. She was trying hard not to cry, which came close to breaking my heart but once her feet were safely planted on the ground she was fine and breaking into his stash of candy canes.
This one is my favorite.
After that exhausting morning we went home for a much needed nap. Hours later I peeled myself off the bed to grab a few things at Target. Wandering around dizzy and nauseous I realized somewhere along the way K had taken off her shoes and apparently chucked one to Never Never Land because it’s gone. I walked all over that damn store and checked with customer service and no one had seen one lonely shoe laying in an aisle. Who knows, she probably put it on the shelf next to the Chips Ahoy when she was dropping boxes of cookies into the cart.
The Art of Thyming 