The evening I flunked being a mom

So my youngest wanted this book that he saw at a little shop called Home Economics that we go into every so often.

He has been asking me to get this book for him

ALL.
WEEK.
LONG.

I called the store today and asked them to put it on hold for us. Cohan was beyond thrilled and he walked around the farmers market with it clutched to his chest, beaming, asking if he can read it when he got into the car.

I smiled feeling like I hung the moon and like I had fulfilled my motherly win for the day…

The book has the most adorable cover. A cute chubby, cartoon dog with a red foil heart in a speech bubble over him.

Then we got in the car.

Mischievous giggles sounded behind me.

Soon I heard my oldest with a smile saying “um I think that has the S word…”

*even more uproarious laughter from my youngest*

I intervened, grabbing for the book, saying “no no let me see it. I thought it was just a book about a pet dog.”

I flipped to the next page and the cartoon dog was accosting a Honda and shouting four letter words.

It was hilarious.

I had also flunked as a mom (for the day).

The kids were absolutely cracking up and I was thinking of ways to put stickers over the non kid friendly words.

The author had no idea it would be purchased as a children’s book. I don’t think the shopkeeper had any idea it wasn’t a children’s book.

At the end of the day I had still flunked yet I haven’t heard my children laugh that hard in a long time (and our house is positively bursting with mirth).

Ps I’m fully anticipating people that don’t know what it’s like to truly parent to take great offense to all of this instead of seeing the humor behind good (yet failed) intentions in parenting.

Remind me to tell you about the time my mom took my brother and I to the rocky horror picture show in Berkeley. We all thought it was just going to be watching a movie….she still refers to it as the night she flunked motherhood.

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Antelope Valley – for the record, no antelopes were seen

So if you’ve read my last blog post you’ll remember that I’ve been selfish with my time and effort so it’s taken me a whole two weeks to finally sit down and tell you about our awesome adventure out to Antelope Valley.

What first drew my eye was the Poppy Reserve . We had done flower fields in Carlsbad but I loved the idea of a more natural occurrence. Thankfully the website for the poppy reserve is very honest about the state of the flowers.

If it’s windy the flowers won’t be open.

Period.

We played it by ear and when we stopped for lunch and were hit by a strong gust of wind we decided no poppy would show it’s pretty face that day.

Moving on to the next item on my list. The Antelope Valley Indian Museum. Now the politically correct Californian in me pauses and wonders “can you say that? Are we allowed to say that?”

The Native American touring the museum with her Meso-American husband didn’t seem to mind and the 16th of my blood seemed ok with it so I didn’t take issue.

This museum is incredible. The gentleman they had working are knowledgable, helpful, friendly and welcoming. I felt like I couldn’t take enough pictures and the whole location of the museum had such a transported back in time vibe to it. Even down to the rusted out house on the back of the nature trail that winds around the museum and the abandoned motel and gas station on the road in.

The next stop was Vasquez Rocks. This park looks like another planet. Which would explain why it has been the location for several movies (something I didn’t know till after we got there). You’re welcome to climb all over the rock formations (at your own risk of course) and while the place wasn’t crawling with people I did notice 2-3 groups of photographers speaking German and other languages I couldn’t place.

There are certain places that just feel like home. Almost magical and both of these hit that mark (much like Joshua Tree in the spring or winter or a redwood forest in February or August).

Getting there takes a few hours from our home in Southern California so depending on how much time you want to spend on the road you can make it a day trip or spend a weekend in the area at various campgrounds and hotels.

Till next time, enjoy your adventures!

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Selfish selfish selfish

I have a confession: I’ve been incredibly selfish lately. I can’t remember the last time I blogged (and quite frankly with some of the drudge I’ve been seeing I feel like that’s a dirty word now.
Can I call it musing?
Yes.
Let’s call it that.

We have been up to so much and there’s so much I feel I want to share but at the same time I’m like “eh”.

“It seems like a lot of work” is my battle cry as of late.

We’ve been adventuring, experimenting with new recipes, getting back into our running groove (I kind of resemble a tortoise trudging through peanut butter but still), getting tattoos started and finished, trying new foods, scheming for additional back yard projects, watching one of my two almond trees die, feeling anxiety ridden at family gatherings, antiquing in the middle of nowhere, screaming at the television during the Stanley Cup playoffs (I would tell you who I’m rooting for but that feels confrontational) and I haven’t said a blessed word about any of it.

Just *zip*

Nothing.

I thrive on honesty and I’ve just been so silent that it feels dishonest (please tell me that makes sense). Not that the world needs ANOTHER Caucasian, thirty something, artistic, single mom scribing about her life but still.

I suppose I’m putting in writing that I will be more present. Which again sounds silly because I’m so ensconced in my home life that I can never be accused of not being present, at least with them and no offense that’s where my priorities are haha.

I suppose I’m aspiring to be more present in the world. Not necessarily at social gatherings and such but there’s just so much out there, it’s beautiful and I want to share it.

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