Showing posts with label Ariel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ariel. Show all posts

Monday, January 16, 2012

Soupy Soiree






What happens when you mix 10 kids, a trampoline, two cats and a pile of cookies together and shake vigorously? A PARTY, that's what.

The good-looking parents and I sipped coffee and split pea soup and discussed trending topics, conversations punctuated by the kissing of grazed knees and refreshing of diapers. They bore gifts of fresh bread, ice cream and flowers and I have to say it was actually easier than a normal day at my house because of all the extra pairs of watchful eyes and helping hands. The other children kept my beasts from clamoring at my apron strings for entertainment and I was free to chop veggies and grind coffee beans to my heart's content. Evan spent the day in the studio recording on the new Tacks record and he missed a riotous good time and cuteness to rival all things cute.

Ruby shared her toys, nobody lost blood, and no babies drank toxic chemicals. Success!
































  1. Quizzical Quinn
  2. Austin teaching Jesse how to be the boss
  3. Critical mass
  4. Robin a.k.a. Levi manfully dismounts
  5. bounce!
  6. evidence of fun
  7. cute ladies: Elia, Ariel, Alison, Lil' Hannah
  8. Hannah's awesome hair, Justin and Alison referees
  9. "Hey Kitty! I got some luck for ya right here."
  10. Falling asleep while partying= party foul

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Taco Party


Is it a blogworthy event when we eat out? I guess so, especially when the place serves piping hot 3 dollar breakfast plates, horchata, and new friends soaked in morning sunshine.

We bumped in to one of Evan's old friends at Cheko's, the neighborhood salsa hole and discovered that we have all been quite busy and now possess dimpled matchy families.

Being married with kids has changed the way I make friends, in the past if I met a cool girl or cute boy I would simply invite them to my punk rock kickball game every Sunday and see if they could wear a pair of shorts, get dirty and laugh well. Now we pick up fashionable families over machacado beef and make plans for s'mores and play dates.

I like it, but wouldn't life be grander if we did it like Ruby? Catch the eyes of a kindred spirit, throw your arms around their neck, and laugh until you fall on the floor.