I just found out that my go-to mommy website in NYC (Mommy Poppins) has branched out to LA. SO stoked! Now I get to do lots of fun stuff with the kiddos without putting in all the effort and research that goes into making that kind of a social calendar. I'm pumped.
We waited in line and T was so excited/nervous. All the other kids were being crazy and jumping off of the ladders, but T stood right with me (and that almost never happens).
Me and Ev. Both of us are excited about standing in line with big brother, but only one of us are showing it. Or maybe neither of us like standing in line, but only one of us are showing it. Who knows.
So technically I knew that the event was for kids 5 and up, but I have a friend that takes her 2-year-old in their town so I thought we'd be fine. Wrong. Yep, he got the apron and they even gave him a car to build at home but they would not let Talmage be a part of the project because he was too young. Luckily, he was happy with the idea of doing a special project at home. I went into Home Depot and bought him his very own hammer (all of our tools are still in Stanford) and he seriously was so excited.
Before heading home we went to Mother's Beach for a little bit of fun and sand. Mother's Beach is not my top choice, but T really wanted to swim at a beach with no waves, and since I had just taken him to a bunk play-date I gave in to his desires. This picture was taken a few minutes before the lifeguard told me that T couldn't wear his floaties because it was not safe to swim with flotation devices (including life jackets). Don't get me started on my thoughts about that comment, or my conversation with the lifeguard...who was obviously 16 years old. Grr.
This is basically how I felt.
My cool points went way up when I let T stay up from his nap to work on the project together...only to go down again when I accidentally put one piece in the wrong direction and the wheels couldn't be attached.
See those holes at the bottom of the truck? Well...they are supposed to be at the bottom (closest to the table) instead of where they currently are. And I can't take it apart. And I have no tools to make new holes. I don't know if T will ever stop reminding me that he's sad that the wheels can't go on.
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