Cupcakes
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Last Friday, I celebrated Andrea & Kristen's birthdays at this fancy restaurant, Coronado Cafe. Tons of us from bookclub went. Lili decided she was going to get the dessert and went to uber trendy, Sprinkles to pick up a dozen cupcakes...at $3.50 apiece. Uh huh, you read this right. She spent more than 40 bucks on cupcakes!!! You can buy a sheet cake at Safeway for a third of that!!! Then, Coronado wanted to charge us a $12 serving fee. Apparently it is very time consuming to bring cupcakes out and they should be compensated. Silly me. I thought since we were already paying out the butt for our meals, the waitstaff would want to give us an enjoyable dining experience.
We decided not to pay the fee and went to Stephanie's house instead (she lived the closest). Unfortunately, her electricity wasn't working well but whatever. I had high expectations of the cupcakes and in anticipation of manna, could not stop talking about them. Lili had to almost physically hold me back. Well, they were good. Not to die for, but good. Definitely not worth the cost. But, I am so, so, so glad Lili got them. I have been curious for ages. Everyone adored the vanilla ones, but I liked red velvet best. They were not as dense.
I had a great time out with the girls although I was called a pervy perv because I voiced what I thought the cupcakes looked like (BTW, I did not take this picture- it's Lili's- or doctor it!!!).
Am I wrong? Meggin rolled her eyes and flicked a nipple at me. However, it landed on a candle and burnt up.
Pretty in Pink
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
A childhood friend (I have known her since she was a red-faced squalling baby) got married two weekends ago. She had a 50's themed wedding and her dress was probably one of the prettiest I have ever seen. This picture does it no justice; the frock was to die for! I hope I will have the opportunity to steal it from her closet and wear it continuously ala Miss Haversham. Yes, Jimmy, I'll find a new therapist one of these days. Sigh.
Anyways, they drove up in a 50's red convertible, had a photo booth that burped out miniature snaps, and best of all, hired a mini Elvis as their wedding singer. The guy was about 4ft 10 but his pelvis was unusually limber. The ladies were all over him as he belted and thrust his way through Teddy Bear etc. I think he really enjoyed himself as he was eye level with most of their bosoms. I think at one point he had a few dollars stuffed down his pants. For a 7th Day Adventist wedding, there was a lot of alcohol.
Since, they encouraged everyone to dress retro, I stuffed Sasha into this ensemble:
Oh, yes: poodle skirt, saddle shoes, and if it wasn't 200 degrees, she would have been wearing her letterman's sweater. She was so fricking adorable and I basked in all the compliments.
Am I going to burn eternally in hell for a) making my daughter wear this or b) almost upstaging the bride?????
What Is Sasha Trying To Tell Us?
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Because a full boob, 1/2 tub of hummus, and two bunches of grapes just isn't enough....
Sasha at Eleven Months
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Sasha has been sick for the past week which has been difficult. My daughter wasn't her usual bouncy, smiley, naughty biscuit self. She was lethargic, fussy, & febrile. She even refused the breast a few times...this is a kid who would drink every ten minutes if I let her (or had the capacity). I couldn't amuse Sasha nor give her relief from pain. It was horrible; I am used to seeing to her every need and I was useless. Most of the time, I would hold Sasha tight, praying that she would find comfort in sleep. It's gotten a lot better. Sasha has gotten a little bit of the spark back. A few more days and I think she'll be 100%. And, I'll stop calling the doctor every five minutes....probably.
Before being ill, Sasha had begun to thoroughly explore her mischievious side. She enjoys pulling out all the CD's from the once baby-proofed cabinet, pulling the cats' whiskers, tearing up magazines (how can a daughter of mine have such a disregard for The New Yorker?????), smearing her food across the top of her head, grabbing our meals, yanking off our sunglasses, jewelry, etc., and the list goes on. Both my mother-in-law and my mom have started commenting on her impish ways. Her bottom is always asking for a spanking.
As you all know, Sasha is a pretty picky eater. She seems to hate most veggies, babyfood, and, we have just discovered, overpriced gelato. Right now, she ain't too crazy about bananas- which she used to LOVE- either. Actually, Sasha usually sticks food in her mouth and then promptly spits it out. Even baby crack, this addictive snack food which she clearly let us know she was jonesing for with loud smacks of her lips, has become tedious. The only thing she really desires is whatever Jimmy or I are having....especially if it is apples. If Jimmy is about to sink his teeth into a juicy red delicious, a yelping Sasha will toddle over to grab it for her greedly little self. Of course, she only has two bottom teeth which do little to aid her in actually eating the apple. Maybe our daughter will get a little mealy stuff in her mouth....mainly it's just a frantic sort of gnawing.
It's hard to believe that in one month, Sasha will be year old. I can't imagine life without her big ole' personality. Last month it was blowing raspberries, this month pointing and "ooh"ing at everything... what's gonna be next month's phase? It's been fun getting to know her likes and many dislikes although for the life of me, I can't understand why her favorite toy is her outgrown, disgarded car seat. She'll spend a long time crawling in and out of it. It's so weird because she hated being in it while it was IN the car. I have a feeling there will be a ton more incomprehensible behaviors...and I'll love them all.
Jill D.