After the swim lesson, the grownups got Starbucks, and then we headed home for a little sweet potato fries snack and a nap. The fries went down pretty well, but not so much the nap. D had napped before we went swimming, so after watching her play with her toys for a while - which is a lot more entertaining than I would have thought - we decided it was time for lunch. Little D eats solid food, in the sense that the food is cut or broken into little pieces, plopped in front of her, and she grabs it with her baby fingers, and puts it in her mouth by shoving most of her hand in with the food. It's not terribly graceful, but it's effective-ish. I say -ish because a good portion of the food ends up in her lap, but as babies go, she is not nearly as messy as she could be.
I am not entirely sure what we did the rest of the afternoon, I think there might have been baby napping again. After the nap, we went to the park. We parked under this sign:
I am dead set against vandalism of any kind, and disapprove of this because it costs money to replace signs, and cities are so strapped for cash that it's just wrong. Having said that, I have to admit that this was artfully done, and of course, it made me yell out "FART!" (which, if you did not read Sacramento - Day One, you will not get).
I discovered that the ground in children's parks is soft and slightly squidgy, much like I imagine the interior of that giant worm must have felt to Han Solo when he stepped out of the Millenium Falcon in one of those Star Wars movies. I'm a nerd, but not nerdy enough to remember which movie. It's amazing all the stuff you learn when you hang out with your friends with kids! M and I have similar hip issues, so we of course immediately concluded that if the entire world had this kind of ground cover our injuries would be less troublesome. We'll be working on that during all that spare time we both have.
The squidgy ground cover is that gray stuff on the ground.
After the park, we got to chill a bit, and then we made the great kid hand-off: J took D out for some dinner, and M and I went out for sushi. We ordered an embarrassingly large amount of food, and in our defense we did not eat all of it. We got caught up a bit more, and as is so often the case with good girlfriends, we talked about [dad alert! turn away dad, go to the next paragraph!] penises. [I warned you.] Not any specific penis, but penises in general, and the relative merits thereof. And no, bigger is not better, if you're a man and you're reading this and you're feeling inferior. We were sitting at the sushi bar, and there was a guy eating by himself one seat away from us, who regretted eavesdropping. When we left, he looked like he was afraid we were going to lick him or something. M wanted me to shout PENIS! as we walked by on our way out, but the poor man looked like he was about to jump out of his skin, I felt it might have tipped him over the edge.
Hanging out with M this weekend was awesome. We have been friends for mfmohgl years, and when we see each other we pick up the conversation where we left off, seemingly the day before. It certainly helps that we read each other's blogs and closely follow each other's Twitter and FB updates, but that just makes it easier to hit the conversational ground running. We don't have to waste a couple of hours with background info, and we can dig into topics that we do not write about publicly, which is really what we want to talk about the most, anyway.
Like the lightweights that we are, we were home by 9 and sacked out in front of the tv.
This morning we went for a walk again
and I swear to god I combed my hair before going out, but I still look like a crazy person.
I got a shot of the turkeys, though not a very good one
But I thought I needed to add a photo because honestly if I was reading your blog and you told me there were wild turkeys running around your state's capital, albeit in the suburbs, I would tell you that squirrels often look like turkeys when you smoke crack. So, lest you be an unbeliever, here are some turkeys. To be honest, I'm not even sure that they are courting the opposite sex, it's quite possible that they're so dumb they just court in groups of males. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
We stopped by the pot bellied pig again, though this time we did not have any food for him. But I did get this little video of him oinking and us being daft. We did eventually decide to call him P-Piggy, or Puff Piggy, or Puff Pastry Piggy.
And with one last Starbucks run, M whisked me off to the airport. Going through security was not much more time consuming than in Burbank, but there was a TSA employee who shouted instructions to everyone like this: "Take your laptop out of your case-ah. Place-ah the laptop by-ah itself in a tray-ah. Nothing above-ah the laptop, nothing below-ah. Put your things away-ah, make room-ah for the people behind you. Remove all metal objects-ah from your body, place them in the tray-ah." I kid you not. And he was not even remotely Italian.
If you want to see all the pictures, here is the Flickr set.
