|Letter from Los Angeles
||Thursday | 10 July 2014
Los Angeles, California: Today was Lenny's
Birthday, so we celebrated all day (even though Lenny was at work). Gifts were
wrapped. Sweets were purchased. Cards were made.
I spoke with Leo very early this morning and reminded him today was Daddy's
birthday. Leo ran into Lenny's arms and shouted HAPPY FATHER'S DAY.
While Lenny was at work and Leo was at school, Dave, Lisa and I continued on Lisa's
Nesting Checklist. Today we switched-out Lisa's nightstand for a smaller-version
to accommodate a bassinette - organizing the master bedroom for a several-month
infant invasion. Baby Girl will spend the first part of her life in a cradle
next to her Mother and Father.
We can see Lisa's belly contorting with the wee-one turning cartwheels,
but placing nappies in a basket makes the impending birth so REAL.
We fetched Leo from his morning-only preschool and went to lunch at a
favorite local cafe that serves breakfast all day. Leo and Bubba had
pancakes, Lisa had eggs and I ordered the most-popular item on their
menu - Chilaquiles De Michoacan. This dish is house-made tortilla chips
served in house-made green sauce with grilled chicken, cheese, guacamole,
fresh salsa and black beans. I am very interested in re-creating a
RV-friendly version of this dish. T'was yummy!
After lunch, Lisa walked a few blocks on errands, so we took Leo for a
Leo chose a mixed berry and chocolate combo "bambini" sized cup of
gelato. Little Guy could not even begin to finish the smallest size
available at the shop... though he gave it a good try. (Bubba had
mini-sized Salted Chocolate Caramel, and finished it all... but Bubba
ran five miles this morning.)
Lenny came home from work a little early this evening. He opened
his birthday gifts and Leo blew-out a candle in a cupcake. (Leo is still sure
every birthday is his birthday.) A sitter arrived and the four adults went
downtown to dinner at
Bottega Louis. Part pastry shop; part restaurant.
We never did order entrees, but instead kept ordering
"little plates" until we could eat no more. Dave and I were total party
poopers and couldn't even eat dessert... which is really saying
something - just look at the pastry case (above).
Lenny had a great birthday and our server asked Lenny
for identification proving he was 21 years old. Couldn't ask for a
better gift on your 35th birthday!
Cutest Couple Ever.
Until my next update, I remain, your celebrating correspondent.
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