I would say “weekend” but the lines between week and weekend are awfully blurry as of late. I seem to be in the habit of blogging Tuesday – Thursday, which is less than I hope to but sometimes all I can manage.
But look at these things I took pictures of over the “weekend”:
Dashiell has his first taste of “food”. Which is actually this flakey instant rice stuff that you mix with breastmilk until it’s basically like milk soup. Supposedly it’s whole grain, though I didn’t see anything wholesome about the box of white flakes. Can’t wait until I can make my own millet cereal for him. Yummm.
We have a miniature Easter Island sort of situation going on along the bike path where we run. There are literally hundreds of these balanced rock sculptures lining the Ballona Creek. Creek should actually be “creek” (lot’s of quotes in this post) because it’s actually an inlet/outlet from the marina, but whatever. And I’ve seen the guy who makes them. He’s out there every day stacking and stacking and stacking.
Finally got around to finishing the bumper for Dashiell’s crib. I’m in love the fabric. It’s vintage Marimekko I found at Lincoln Fabrics, of which I proceeded to purchase ever last inch last December. I’m not so in love with my sewing skills, but those could potentially improve.
Also of note, cooking from the garden. I’m on my second batch of Jamie Oliver’s pickles. They are amazing. I think I’m going to try green beans next. And then make small jars of cukes for xmas presents. Might as well get ahead while the garden is giving.
And we made it out to the otheroom for a little rosé in celebration of Melanie’s birthday. Do you want to hear how nice my husband is? We were supposed to switch off pushing Dashiell around Abbot Kinney so we could each have a dllinkkity-dllrink, but I was so ecstatic to be out in the world, sipping chilled wine and socializing with other adults that he let me stay in the bar the whole time.