One FABULOUS Birthday Party
Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My fabulous friend Shelley had a fabulous birthday recently. Her husband threw her a surprise birthday bash. Did I mention that it was fabulous?


We celebrated at the Grand Central Bowling Lounge--a little more sophisticated than your average bowling alley. No glow bowling or bumper lanes. Oh, no! What is a girl to do?!?! I was also impressed with their diverse menu selection, although I couldn't quite bring myself to order the cashew-crusted salmon. To me, there's just something not quite right about pairing bowling with fine dining. But apparently, I missed out on some fabulous (there it is again....must be in a fabulous kind of mood) salmon. Oh well, my reuben sandwich was pretty fabulous too.


It was awfully ("awful" being the operative word) apparent that I had not bowled in over 4 years. I really could have used those bumper lanes!


My performance at billiards was equally as pathetic, although I did squeak out a win (only by a silly scratch-on-the-8 ball technicality).

The round of shots came out just as I received my decaf coffee. There's something very sad about that combination too, although I was indeed thankful for the timing. No shots for me, thank you very much!

Oh, and I had my very first celebrity sighting while we were there. Well, if you consider Wee Man a celebrity. I only know of him because my husband finds entertainment in watching grown men make "jackasses" of themselves on television.

Jason "Wee Man" Acuna from Jackass


It was actually quite nice to be invited to a birthday party sans ankle-biters and stinky diapers for a change. Happy Birthday, Shelley. I'm glad I got to celebrate with you!



Wine Selection: J Lohr Riverstone Estates Chardonnay
Personal Rating: ****Excellent****
Comments: I loved this chardonnay--everything from the intensity of its color to its elegance in flavor. I enjoyed this without food, but I'm sure it would pair nicely with chicken.

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Shear Delight
Thursday, August 20, 2009

If I had been titling this post for Wyatt's first haircut, it would read something like Blood, Sweat, and Shears because to him, going in for a haircut is like going in for a root canal. But Avery, being the girly girl she is, realizes the beauty of being pampered. So it's not surprising that her first salon experience was anything less than simply divine.

Given my own track record for undergoing drastic transformations at the hair salon, I think Eric may have been a bit apprehensive about me taking Avery in for her first haircut without him. "Maybe I should go too, " he suggested. "What? You don't trust me?," I thought about adding. But then again, I already knew his answer.

As tempted as I was to have the hair stylist put in a few chunky highlights, I resisted, and just settled for a measly trim. Not my idea of a good time, but hey, we're just getting started right? We'll save the cute little bob and color processing for the next go round (I'm envisioning the beads of sweat just starting to form above Eric's brow as he reads this. Ha! I'm so mean).

Bed Head



The little boy next to Avery was also in for his first haircut and was angrily flopping around like a fish out of water. I felt so bad for his mom because I know what it's like. Wyatt is almost four, and I still have to hold him down when the little buzz clippers come out. But for once, I was just thrilled to pieces that it wasn't my child turning the air blue with protest.

She looks like she's crying, but she's just grimacing. It was her first experience with the hair dryer. And check out the red! I need to get me one of those. Talk about hot!


Ta-da!






Berry Picking On Sauvie Island
Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Since I've started receiving phone calls inquiring as to whether or not we've dropped off the face of the earth, I figured it might be time to update the good ol' blogaroo. Lord knows how much I love fielding all of the phone calls! Ha! Life has been pretty crazy lately. I'm notorious for over-committing myself, and I have managed to do it to myself yet again. So, don't be alarmed if blogging is slow over the next few weeks. But I'll try my best to stay on top of things.

The weather in Portland has been exceptionally odd this summer. Following the horrendous heat wave we had a few weeks ago, we got hit with a cool spell and now we're back into the 90's today. What a rollercoaster ride of temps we've had. Sheesh!

Last week was pretty chilly, but it was perfect weather (in my opinion) for berry picking. Shelley and I met up at Sauvie Island Farms to let the kiddos get out some wiggles, and perhaps (if lucky enough) walk away with at least a few tasty blueberries.


I was so impressed with the selection of produce Sauvie Island Farms had to offer. They had everything from cabbage and peppers to berries and peaches. If Shelley and I weren't more interested in girly chit-chat, we may have actually walked away with more than two-dollars worth of blueberries! Oh well, maybe next time.

Shelley's kids, Brayden and Sienna, were very focused on the task at hand. Sienna was quite intent on filling her bucket with the ripest, juiciest berries while Wyatt and Avery opted for a completely different method: pick one, eat one, pick one, eat one. You get the picture. Combined, Wyatt and Avery managed to collect about--oh--ten berries in their buckets, most of which were either black and shriveled or green and hard. Not quite ideal for pancakes, to say the least.

Regardless of our lack of productivity, the kids had an absolute blast chasing each other around, riding on the tractor, and being pulled in the wagons. Definitely one of the best 3-hour playdates we've ever had!



Note the sign posted behind Wyatt:
"Please pick and pay for your berries before you eat them."

Whoops.






It's a bird, it's a plane, it's...
Saturday, August 8, 2009

SUPERMAN!!
If only superherodom was so cut and dry
in
the creative mind of an almost 4-year-old.

To say Wyatt has been on a superhero kick would be an understatement of the severest degree. One thing I've learned about Wyatt over the past 4 years is that he does nothing unless it can be executed with the utmost intensity and passion. And because our budget doesn't afford Wyatt the luxuries of fancy capes, head gear, and masks, he must do what kids do best and improvise in his efforts to transform into his favorite crime-fighting, web-throwing action figures. And improvise he does.

Meet Spider "monkey" man.




Or how about Wonder "deep sea diving" Dog.



Then there's the infamous Bat Boy.

...with his infamous bat truck


And my personal favorite, which I like to call Super "freak".


Watching Wyatt get into character is one of our greatest forms of entertainment. He takes it so seriously, as he should; transforming into a superhero is no laughing matter. He is convinced that his hooded puppy dog bath towel is indeed a bat cape and no one could ever convince him otherwise (nor would we ever dare). His bat costume also requires no clothing, save whatever pair of underwear he happens to be obsessed with at the moment. Seriously. He will not don his "bat cape" fully clothed. In his mind, it's simply unacceptable and not to be tolerated.

He leaps from couch to chair to floor in a single bound without ever breaking character, and will often recruit Avery to help act out his skits (and she happily obliges). She is usually assigned the role of Robin, but as of late, she has been promoted to the role of Commissioner (which just sounds so funny rolling off the tongue of a 4-year-old, and even funnier when Avery attempts it).


Wine Selection: Maryhill Syrah 2005
Personal Rating: ***Good***
Comments: I also bought Maryhill's Reserve Syrah on our wine-tasting trip in June. I'm anxious to compare.








 



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My Wine Personality:
For the most part I’m a chardonnay, as I consider myself to exhibit a somewhat sunny and mellow disposition (most of the time), but because I find a tremendous amount of joy out of showering my two kids with hugs and kisses, I also possess the subtle sweetness often found in a riesling. But don’t be fooled. I love a great outdoor adventure and am willing to try anything once. This occasional display of boldness is thought to match that of a cabernet, whereas my appreciation for nature suggests that I have an earthy component to my personality—very characteristic of a merlot. (more)

 



“Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1771