cut down on my anti-depressants
because Spring has come to save me.
I'm going on three days of bad sleep
and a back full of knots
My brain is a dumping ground for thoughts of all different levels
and my daughter is two head shakes away from the attitude of a
So don't count on me making any sense at all
True to my word. My explanation of
not making sense doesn't even
I am just relieved winter is OVeR.
Ugh that was a tough one.
I must go from Agoraphobic to social butterfly in
the blink of an eye.
Because Vegas only has 42 days of good weather
and I have to make the most of it.
First step of a non-agoraphobic life is to leave the house.
Extra credit if you go out of town.
We went to Santa Barbara.
Oh, Santa Barbara.
Dear, sweet Santa Barbara.
You're so good to me.
We met up with family on Saturday.
Casey for a round of golf
G and me for a day of shopping and yard playing.
I'm a unperceptive, inexperienced mom
so I got to learn the very awesome lesson on:
Why you should put sunblock on your kid.
Because sunburned children are miserable children!
A sunburn coupled with teething was not Ginger's cup of tea.
Man, was she just impossible at times.
But then she'd do something so freaking cute
we'd be all drooley and lovey over her
and only have the imprint of her teeth on our finger to prove
difficult moments ever existed.
See that existential glow about her?
Kind of freaks you out, huh?
Don't worry, I'll give you the recipe:
1 cup of sunshine
1 cup of photoshop
It's also a recipe for
Sometimes I'm afraid of my one year old.
The girl never looks at me when I have a camera in my hand.
You'll notice all the pictures I have of her are
those in which she is looking off somewhere else.
It's like she's knows.
That secret they all share but feign ignorance.
The "I know what my mom wants
so I'm going to give her anything but..."
They start to get their powers so young
Back on subject. That picture was an example of Ginger
as a soldier in the war against mom.
She didnt want me to get the
"My daughter is a heavenly creature who goes about the world
spreading rainbows and unicorn flakes where ever
she roams. May you be lucky to be blessed with the presence
of her someday." look.
So when being forced into looking directly at her mother
who is holding a camera
she growls and takes an abundance of oxygen in through her nose
as a warning to me and all you in blogland...
She will be no ones bragging pawn.
I need sleep.
Okay Saturday afternoon. Santa Barbara.
Casey has returned from golf.
With a face like this;
dang, he looks good.
What is that he's wearing?
An hour later my uncle asks me,
Did your husband tell you about his game this morning?
He played outstanding.
I look to Casey.
Best game of my life he says, ever so casually.
I go back and look at my camera.
That's exactly what he's wearing.
The face and demeanor of a man who just got finished playing
the best game of golf in his life.
I'd love to bottle up that special type of adrenaline
he has free flowing in his veins
and sell it on the street corner.
I could probably sell it from my couch too
but street corner just sounds more
You know. Anyway I can make myself more gangster.
Oh my gosh!
What secret did he just tell G?!
A real sample from my brain:
What secret did he just tell G?
I wonder if it was about me?
Not everything is about you.
but maybe he's telling her how much he loves me.
that'd be random.
he's probably telling her he loves her.
Awwww that's sweet.
Okay, I dont mind if it has nothing to do with me.
You should call your therapist.
That night we went to dinner and walked around.
Casey tried to tame Ginger so I could shop
but she wasn't buying any of this
mama's on a vacation crap so we just made it to one store.
We ran into this guy on the street.
Don't you love him?
I love his wrinkles.
Wrinkles are so beautiful to me.
Im still saving for botox.
The easter bunny got the memo we were in SB and
stopped by our hotel.
I heard he stayed up late trying to get that bright
yellow bow just right.
And then he was ashamed of himself for taking to much
time out of his life worrying about a bow.
That's what I heard anyway.
Turned out he was right.
Ginger couldn't care less about the bow.
Plus she's teething. Plus she has a sunburn.
She could give a crap about the bow.
How do I know?
Because she left this:
Out hotel gave us an upgrade because
I informed them
we were celebrating our anniversary.
(Our anniversary of celebrating Easter together....
Damn the Man!)
Dont worry if that makes zero sense.
It's probably because youre not that person.
The person who really feels like you get extra Awesome Life Points
for pulling tricks on Ramada employees in order to get free stuff.
Thats right. I said Ramada.
I'm this hyped up about a Ramada upgrade
(which is basically an "anything but parking lot" view upgrade).
Imagine if we were staying at the 4 seasons...
You probably take less than an hour to blog too.
Aren't you terrific?
Really needing sleep.
All in all, I was superbly happy with our hotel because it was
less than 200 a night and had a courtyard like this right outside our door.
That's the word I'd use.
The pond was filled with fish
sprinkled with ducks and had lots of these little
guys hanging around...
It was so lovely.
I was able to get a few pictures of G in her easter dress.
It looks like someone hit the PAUSE button on the remote.
How peaceful is this picture?
Do you want to see pictures of her going through her Easter baskets?
(She got a bonus basket from Grammy and Popi!)
Good. Because I took pictures
two days later
when she was feeling better.
(I'm taking advantage of her one year old self)
Awww kisses for the bunny.
Open mouth smooches! Her special reserved!
She let me make her a flower for five minutes.
Eating her Easter candy.
I didn't open her candy.
don't worry. She's just snacking on some rocks.
Happy Spring everyone!