Monday, May 31, 2010

So I'm walking through the park


It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon and we decided to head to the park for some water gun fights when what do I see bobbing along gracefully over the top of the next hill over


but a McCafe Mocha Frappe

Welcome to Austin

The risks you run

Being the Daddy to a lovely Daughter like our little aa is no doubt as rewarding as being a mother to her.
On the job hazards do exist...nail polish, dress up and the always fun hair ornamentation.
My favorite part is that when I asked him to look at me he couldn't figure out why I wanted to take his picture. You'd think my uncontrollable giggling would have clued him in

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Hei-ya

Courtesy of the ever awesome Joshua

Thursday, May 13, 2010

A product review

So Super Son had his First Holy Communion last weekend and I wanted a new dress for the occasion. After the recent online shopping debacles (I purchased 6 dresses online in April and ended up returning them all) I was somewhat hesitant about dipping my toe into dangerous waters. For me finding the right online clothing company can be just as dangerous as the frustration of finding the wrong one time and time again. And then I read a review by my online friend SouthernDomesticGoddess for eshakti and figured what they hey I'll try one more time.


that would go perfectly with my new favorite shoes.

My favorite thing about the clothes is not something I actually took advantage of with this order and that is the ability to customize your sizing. Turns out they take their measurements seriously and provide the best description of how to measure and where to measure than I have found on any other website. With the cut and style of the dress I chose a standard size would work just fine for me. But if I had chosen say something like this



I could have provided specific measurements for my body to ensure that the dress fit me perfectly.

Oh and then lets say I lived in the frozen tundra...I could have added sleeves.

Or suppose I have awesome clavicles and those darn v-necks don't show it off as well as a nice wide scoop...I could change the neckline to what most flattered me.

Or, as much as I love my knees, a pencil skirt that hits just below them makes my calves look awesome...I can lengthen it to make it just right.

If you know what looks good on your body and finding the dress that does all the right things for you is the hard part, this is the company for you.

The only area that they could have done better was the shipping. The website mentions "We ship now in 3 days" what they fail to mention is that they are shipping from India and that can involve customs delays. Ultimately it took 10 days from the date of shipment for the dress to arrive. I don't mind the 10 days, but for standard UPS shipping rates (approx $8.00) 10 days was longer than was reasonable.

New customers can register for a $15 discount on their first order by providing an email address.

I will definitely order from them again.


Mommy lets pretend

That you are the kid and I am the mommy photographer and I will take pictures of you






Oh My Goodness


Betty just sent me one of her graduation pictures. She chose a theme of a place close to her heart. She chose Texas...all together now. Awwwww
Oh my goodness isn't she beautiful!


Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Adventures of Sneaky Wife Part II

So we rolled in around 1:30 and called it a night.

Waking up we knew the clock was ticking on our last day and so we crafted a plan.




Breakfast, touristy walking around & souvenirs for the kids.

Breakfast was tasty and then we caught the train out to Harvard. There were some middle school kids on the subway taking a fieldtrip...to Hahvahd. They were practicing map reading.
Growing up in Austin field trip = hours on a bus so the idea of being on a subway for a field trip at that age sounds like bliss to me.


It is a beautiful campus but smaller in person than we expected. It is certainly some kind of proximity based osmosis, but I know I felt smarter just having been there.


There was a pencil between John Harvard's fingers on his left hand. Lame joke, but I laughed.

Then back in to the city where we saw some interesting people



and an old fire station that sadly had too many markers for line of duty deaths.






Our last stop on the way back to the airport was Quincy Market and Faneuil Hall for shopping




and Cheers for lunch.







Oh yeah and some Boston Cream Pie for dessert. Quite tasty.

We came, we saw, we good luck charmed, we decided that just because Canadians can drink beer at 18 doesn't mean they should and ended up tasting or doing everything on our list with one exception. We couldn't find the elusive Magic Hat # 9 Beer.

When we got home I hit the market down the street only to find it there. Miss the cool breezy weather in Boston, but glad to be home...at least until next year's marathon.

The Sneaky Wife Strikes Again

Saturday was Hero Husband's and my 11th wedding anniversary.

We agreed that we weren't going to buy gifts this year, but would enjoy the day together, celebrate Super Son's First Holy Communion and maybe go out on a date on Sunday.

And then my old friend from high school Tamar posted on Facebook that she had tickets available for the RedSox on Sunday. Better yet they were playing the Yankee. And they were great seats.

A bit of a lark I posted her back that I was interested and she ignored me. No Really. It's my anniversary that weekend and it would be a blast to surprise Hero Husband with a quick trip and tickets to the game.

I figured if it was meant to work out then the game would be late in the day, the airline would have frequent flier mileage seats and a decent hotel package and one of the Grandmas would be willing to sacrifice their Mother's Day to the care of my favorite little tax deductions.

Apparently it was meant to be.

I haven't been to Boston since Cassie's Olympic Trial Marathon race 2 years ago and if we haven't talked since then I'm sure someone I know has told you that it was a case of metropolis love and boy was I excited at the opportunity to show it to Hero Husband.

With the exception of the surprise trip to Vegas I have generally earned the reputation of being unable to keep secrets from Hero Husband. This wasn't easy, but I managed to keep the secret. Hero Husband, however, decided to pick this week to analyze my laundry habits and noticed that he was missing a pair of jeans and a sweater. I came up with some ridiculous excuse and while he seemed to buy it he was being more observant than was conducive to the mission of the Sneaky Wife.

Sunday morning at 4:15 when I turned the lights on and told him to get dressed I think he was at least a little surprised...and of course there were more surprises to come.

So we get to Boston and check into the Back Bay Hotel. The Back Bay is the most recent reincarnation of the old Boston Police Headquarters building. They did an amazing job. The room was luxuriously comfortable and even though a good ghost story would have been fun it was almost hard to tell what the building had been in a prior life. The Irish Pub, Cuffs, was the most noticeable nod to the men in blue.

We were starved by then and departed for Legal Seafood to meet Tamar & her precious son Aiden for lunch. Chowda, salted beer and fried clams managed to take the edge off and she got to give Hero Husband the tickets to the game. We left with a list of "must do's" (more than one that involved beer) and a plan to mark at least a few of them off the list that night.



We took a quick ride up to the 50th floor of the Prudential Tower to see the skyline and then off to conquer as much of the city as we could cram in before the 8pm first pitch.

Up through Beacon Hill and then to the State House. It was beautiful and had a bronze statue in the rear garden of fire fighters. I wanted to go see the plaque next to it, but was stopped by security. Unlike our Capitol Building in Austin the grounds to the Massachusetts State House are not open to the public, at least on a Sunday. Disappointing, but not much to be done about it so we just kept walking toward the Freedom Trail. We then got kicked out of not one, but two cemeteries. Apparently with the Celtics being in the middle of a game, the Bruins having just won and the Sox playing in a few hours the park rangers elected to close the parks at 4:30 rather than dark.



The early closings gave us time to linger in the Commons and Public Garden on our way back to the Hotel.



After a short rest we grabbed our jackets, hats, gloves and scarves bought a one day Charlie pass and caught the Green Line out to Fenway. The train was packed and thankfully everyone was pretty fresh and were happy to have gotten on. We followed the exodus from the station to the field.

I love old baseball. Don't get me wrong new baseball isn't bad, but I LOVE old baseball. Fenway, Wrigley and Yankee have been on my bucket list for years. I dream of taking a summer road trip where we drive to every stadium in the country to see a game. Hero Husband took Super Son and me to Yankee Stadium in 2002, then Wrigley in 2004 and I last weekend got to take him to Fenway. I was promptly schooled by our seat mates (and the hot dog vendor) that there are 3 types of baseball fans, Sox Fans, Yankee Fans and Anyone who is playing the Yankees fans. I maintain that there is the 4th type of fan, the Old Baseball Fan. But the point is moot since the Yankees tore down their stadium - now they are dead to me.

So back to Fenway. It is remarkably well maintained and clean. The people were nice, even to the Yankee fans that were dramatically outnumbered. And then the game started. Such booing I have never heard in my life. I was laughing out loud by the time they finished reading the Yankee lineup just listening to the commentary happening all around me. Add to the mix it was Mother's Day and the teams were playing with pink bats. Heaven help the Yankee players who didn't use them. On top of being a *gasp* Yankee they then didn't love their Momma's because they wouldn't play with the pink bat. It was hysterical. This was about the time I received the above referenced schooling about the three types of fans.



Halfway through the second inning I finally got to give Hero Husband the last of his surprises.



When Boston Mamma next to us realized that it was us up on the Jumbo tron she hollered it to the entire section. We were met with much awwwing and applause. Sneaky wife mission was successful.

And to top it all off the Sox won. We have dubbed ourselves the Boston Good Luck Charm, because in the short 28 hours we were on the ground in Boston all three of their teams won. Anecdotal, yes, but evidence nonetheless.

After the game we signed up to take a tour of the field itself.

Through the gates



and a chance to see the green monstah up close and personal



and even the inside where the score keepers do their work and mark their presence.











and of course you can't come this far and not catch a ball headed for the wall.



On our way out the grounds crew started hollering and waving their arms. I was pretty sure we hadn't done anything wrong and sure enough it wasn't us, but if you look closely you will see a player leaving the field with his roller bag right across the outfield.



Before catching the subway back to the hotel we stopped at Boston Beer Works to try their Bunker Hill Blueberry Ale. A sweeter beer with blueberries dropped into it. A tasty way to end the night, or start the next day if you are watching the clock.

And there you have day 1 of our trip to Boston.

Blessed Be


Super Son received his First Holy Communion on Saturday. It was a big day for our little man and he looked so handsome.

He has such a beautiful smile. I wonder when he start using it in photos rather than the smile of pain?


Thursday, May 06, 2010

Kimberly & Lance

Yesterday I had the pleasure of witnessing a wedding between two of the nicest people you could ever want to meet.

The Bride and Groom chose a beautiful location, were surrounded by family & friends

and beautiful words spoken from a deep and abiding love.


It was an honor to be there.

Congratulations Kimberly and Lance!