Thursday, June 21, 2012

Dodger's Day

Oh, hey, did I ever mention that Dash was on the Dodger's this season? Oh, I did? Repeatedly? OK, well you don't have to yell.

Anyway. The team's coach organized a tour of the stadium for us this weekend. It was pretty awesome, even for an Angels family.

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Touching the grass on the field.

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The original Ebbets Field home plate.

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Sandy Koufax--MoT!

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The boys got to play in the dugout.

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Send in Harang.

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WHADDAYA MEAN HE'S NOT READY?!

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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Last Game

Dash had his last game of the season a couple of weeks ago. We've already signed him up for Fall ball and Josh submitted an application to coach! Fingers crossed.

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Father's Day

God damn we're lucky to have this man as husband/father to our motley crew.

I went full "loving hands at home" for Father's Day this year. And my perfect husband was incredibly gracious about all the homemade nonsense.

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              This t-shirt was a Liz & Dash collaboration. Dash came up with the phrase, Liz did the inept ironing-on.
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Another collabro. Dash illustrated & I laid out these little notepads in Photoshop. I used padding compound to make them into pads. Because I own padding compound.


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Dash made Josh an origami shirt. With eleventy hundred buttons, one pencil, one space pen & one regular pen. Also, a little Josh head.

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Oh! I bought something! This book is totes adorbs.
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Then I went off the rails & tried to make bacon jam. It was honestly kind of a dud, considering the amount of effort that went into it. Not to mention the fact that the house STILL smells like bacon from when I made it two weeks ago. 

(not pictured: The Liz-made jammie shorts, featuring jackalope applique. Because Josh refuses to let me photograph him in his jams. Prude. Also, Legos. because always Legos.)

After prezzies & breakfast, Grandpa arrived and the boys went to Beverly Hills for a car show. I know it was Father's Day, but I feel like I got the greatest gift of all by not having to go with them.

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Handsome crew.

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They checked out some cars.

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And then Dash started mugging.

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And mugging.

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No idea (but I'm obsessed with the shrunken apple head face he's making).

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This arm gesture concerns me.

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Back in the day, Mama used to drive a car like this. I think Dash is expressing his concern for the people who had to share the road with me back then.

Monday, June 04, 2012

School's (Almost) Out!

I made some "Welcome to Summer" buckets for Dash and his two besties. They'll be presented at the kindergarten "graduation" party we're throwing them next week. Yeah, we're throwing a kindergarten graduation party next week. What's your point?

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Contents, clockwise from top left:
Science craft kits
Plastic leis
Smarties candy with "You're Such a Smartie" stickers I made
Marshmallows & mini Hershey bars (in the lunch bags with the "Stay Puffy" toppers
Personalized coozies with strawberry soda
Plain white t-shirts with a set of fabric markers + one glow-in-the-dark fabric marker
Glow in the dark stars
Water gun
Giant (and I mean, like, 3' tall) bendy straws
Neon sunglasses

It's gonna be the best. Summer. ever.

Friday, June 01, 2012

Disneyland, Part the Final

Our second day at Disney was spent at California Adventure, where Dash decided to prove once and for all that he did not inherit his mother's wuss gene. That fucker rode every horrifying ride in the joint, and then asked for more. If it wasn't for his huge intellect, I would doubt he was mine at all. (I kid, I kid. The cheeks give it away).

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I knew I was in deep shit when the minute we walked through the gates he spotted this monstrosity & announced that he would be riding it shortly. Not only is that an e-fucking-normous Ferris wheel, but the cars tip back and forth on slidey rails. I honestly believed I would breathe my last on that thing. 

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Meanwhile, the boys were all, "lalala, isn't this a fun, unscary time?!"

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Double finger guns AND a raspberry means Dash is a badass.

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The boys donned their Toy Story ride 3-d glasses and then amused themselves by pretending to be robots.

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Robots FROM THE FUTURE!

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Who see something menacing in the distance! Something menacing FROM THE FUTURE!

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Eventually I convinced them to pause their attempts to make me pee my pants from terror & let me browse. I feel like I could be a complete, happy person if I had this pillow. But it was $70, so I'll continue to be incomplete and vaguely crabby.

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D Swagga

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And Pimp Baller J a.k.a. Big Money

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Eventually it was time for all of us to nut up & hit the Tower of Terror. And by terror, they mean shit-your-fucking-pants terror.

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The premise is that you're in an abandoned hotel where all the guests just up and disappeared one day. 

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And they do a pretty bang up job of scaring the hell out of you before you even step foot on the actual ride (look at that doll back there on the couch and try not to hyperventilate, I dare you). Eventually you get onto an elevator that rises eleventy-hundred stories & then plunges you down, over and over again until you die.

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I wish you could see what we're doing in this picture. I'm hanging onto the handlebars and screaming at the top of my lungs. Josh is laughing like he thinks he's going to actually live through this, and Dash looks like he's trying to remember where he parked.

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Also, Dash got an awesome orange hat.

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In conclusion, three years ago at Disneyland.

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Now. Some things never change.