Going Big

Earlier this month, we got to have the most wonderful and surprising day - it made us all so excited to live in this big, beautiful city. We started by going for some early dim sum in Chinatown with my hilarious friend Jenny and her adorable brood.






SAK will only eat the bao, but LJK was stoked to have his favorite - chicken feet!





How ridiculously cute are Jenny's kids? And, how ridiculous is giant, super happy LJK on that baby ride? He insisted on riding it twice.







After walking around Chinatown for awhile, Jenny & Martin took us to Scoops - amazing ice creams like vegan Black Sesame Seed and Coconut, Brown Bread (seriously, so good), and Salty Chocolate. We then rolled ourselves back into the car and drove over to Griffith Park, where we found a meadow filled with monarch butterflies, shady trees to snooze under, and beautiful trails leading up into the hills. So, so awesome!












Then, who should we get a call from? Our old pals the Mates of State. They were playing a show, so we joined them for some running around, more awesome food, and some rocking out.











Yay for LA!

The Long Haul

Unpacking is an endless process. You need to take lots of breaks to laugh (and to read a book, like my pal Richard St. Ofle's amazing "No Wolf.")

Never Trust a Poet

I should be posting pics of the fun/funny times we're having while getting settled, but I have to give you an example of one of the best parts of this move: getting to have dinner, for the first time in 8 years, together every night (just like the folks do it on the teevee!) So tonight's topic was: Poets are Not to Be Trusted (according to Mark)

See, me, Dani - I like some poetry a lot, my mom read me lots of poetry, I have friends who actually got degrees in poetry. Poetry, at its best, can be like a good song. It can take an ordinary thing and make it profound. Seriously, stop laughing dude! Poetry CAN be good!

So, after much laughter and heckling (Dani: "You read the kids Shel Silverstein every night, man? You read bout the poet laureates in "The Believer!" Mark: "Slam Poetry? Coffeehouse poets? Don't trust 'em!) Mark found a poem we both could agree upon. A poem so wonderful that it could only come from the mind of that most brilliant of geniuses. Enjoy it and perhaps you too may give poetry a chance.

"MR.KNOCKY" by CHRISTOPHER SULLIVAN
Mr.Knocky knock today,
and then he knock tommorrow,
Mr.Knocky go away,
because you cause me sorrow.
Get a roundhouse kick on your stupid head,
Mr.knocky then your dead. UH!
La lalalala la la la
lala....ohhhh.....oh,knocky...la,yeah..yeah...yeah..ahhhhh......ah!

Beachin' Birthday Babe

We celebrated the first five years of our Sadie Bird's life by spending the day at the Manhattan Beach with old pal Lily and her boy Eric. And, we closed the day with the girliest cupcake I've ever seen. Happy bday again, little one.

New Digs

Come see us in the sweet, little new place!