Elliot needed to do a little vehicle maintenance.
Those two mugs up there are the faces of the lucky parents of the subject of this blog. We had our anniversary recently and we spent it the way we wanted: playing the day away as the family (including a tea party Elliot threw in our honor) then going on a date—dinner and a show at Gundlach Bundschu and a cocktail at the girl and the fig. Click through for more pictures . . .
Elliot’s dance skills have been improving and she’s been doing a lot of it lately. I always seem to turn the camera on too late to miss her best moves, but this still showcases her talents . . .
This morning, Sarah and I were busy getting a few things done while Elliot would periodically show us a doll she’d “dressed up for the concert.” We didn’t think much of it—Elliot playing dress up with her dolls. Then the dolls started to line the hallway . . . and Elliot started dressing herself for the “concert.”
The next thing we knew, she was bedecked in boho rockstar garb and playing her equivelent of a one-woman-freak-folk-band. Above is some back stage rehearsal footage from her first concert.
I will admit to being a bit of a Disneyland freak. I could walk through the entire park in my mind. I could probably even ride some of the rides in my mind (though, I’m not a big enough Disneyland freak to refer to the rides as “attractions.”) Taking Elliot to Disneyland twice this year has been a blast.
This second time was made even more fun because of her two cousins. That and the strategic planning that only comes out of the minds of Disneyland freaks.
Here’s a video I put together in an attempt to capture the day, which was, of course, capped off by the vintage loveliness that is the (formerly Main Street) Electrical Parade.
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Elliot built Neverland. And they came!
Growing up, my grandparents lived in a comfortable suburb of L.A. We’d visit them for several weeks every summer, spending our time in their lush yards, the neighbor’s pool, the beach, Disneyland . . . truly a magical time for my sister and me. When they moved to central Oregon, we found a new beautiful, fun place to spend our times together. But we will always miss that special home, award-winning yard and helicopter-filled evenings by the firepit watching a sunset turn into sparkling stars as we roasted weenies, sang songs and told ghost stories.
This summer, Sarah, Elliot, Sarah’s parents and I were invited to join Sarah’s sister Julie’s family at her in-law’s home in Lakewood, just outside of L.A., for what they’d come to call Camp Lakewood. It was a special treat for us that turned into a fun reminder of those long-gone childhood memories at my own grandparents’ home.
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