Mother's Day 2008

We went back to the La Brea Tar Pits, where we spent my very first Mother's Day with a crabby 4-month-old Dash. This year was way, way better.

Josh packed us a picnic of good cheese, bread and apples. Aunty met us there and she and Dash ran around climbing statues of assorted extinct whatnots. We then ventured into the depressing and dusty dinosaur museum where they have an animated exhibit of a saber tooth tiger killing a giant sloth. Dash was horrified and transfixed. We kept repeating that the tiger was tickling the sloth, but he wasn't buying it. "That tiger eating that bear, Mommy." Over and over again.

Once outside Dash paid a man two dollars to play some songs on the banjo and he danced a little. Then it was off to the LACMA cafe where Daddy and Dash ate hot dogs & fries and Mommy and Aunty drank wine.

It was a perfect, lovely day. I don't know how I got this lucky.