San Diego

A bit of catch up blogging here-

We went to San Diego over Labor Day weekend for my cousin Shailu’s wedding! The wedding was a blast and the kids (and I) had a lot of fun getting all dressed up.  I tell you, the girl enjoys getting all fancied up a bit too much, if you ask me.  Must take after her dad.

In many Indian weddings, the groom arrives on a horse and they bring with them one of the young cousins. Now, the boy was supposed to be the one to ride on in with the groom, but on the day of he was a bit tired and grumpy (and honestly, I think a bit scared of the horse). We turned to the girl, who looked at the horse and said in hushed tones, “It’s just like a princess horse!” and promptly clambered on top and proceeded to have a grand time. The girl was in awe of the bride, who was unbelievably beautiful, and I’m pretty sure she thinks that she saw a true princess.

It was also the first time for me to see many of my relatives from around the country and even India since MY wedding, and obviously the first time for them to meet my kids, which was fun.  Now, cousins, all of YOU people need to start having kids so MY kids have someone to play with at the next batch of weddings, k? Also, I’m just looking at this picture now.  I’m so glad my daughter is so respectful.

The big highlight for the kids, though, was the beach. Denver is sadly beach and wave deficient, so most moments we weren’t attending the wedding, we were getting sandy

and sandier

I took the kids to see my alma mater, UCSD, and while they were duly unimpressed, it was a shock to me to see my children running around my old undergrad campus. Also, in the 14 (!!) years since I’ve been there, it had changed so much that I hardly recognized it, which was good because it tempered my nostalgia.

Of course, no trip would be complete without a trip to the Zoo, where the kids met face to face with some of their own kind

That is such an incredible place-I love going to see all the animals. Koalas! They have koalas! And pandas too, which really were more like fluffy black and white tree ornaments the day we saw them.  And so many monkeys in fun habitats that were swinging all over the place and teasing each other.  The hippo exhibit is so cool-you can get so close to them.

Who would think that this vicious creature is responsible for more deaths than lions and leopards combined?

And we of course made it to Legoland, which is a nice little amusement park for kids under about 9 in terms of rides.  Mine and the boy’s favorite part, though, was the Star Wars scenes recreations in 1:20 scale.

The thing that was the most amazing was that as far as I could tell, there weren’t any specialty shaped pieces used to make any of the models! They’re all made out of standard bricks! How cool is that! I took a bunch of pictures of these but I’ll spare you the geekiness unless you want to see them.  We spent almost an hour just looking at these. Okay, okay, I’ll post one more:

Overall, the trip was so much fun-we’ve got another big family wedding in November and are really looking forward to it. I hope they can manage to bring the beach to Sugarland, Texas, too, because then it would be just perfect.

The Folding of Impossibly Small Clothing

Parents of smallish children, a word of advice.

Whatever you do, do NOT fold laundry while watching the last season of “Friday Night Lights.”

Pick something a bit less poignant, such as “Maid in Manhattan,” or “The Sweetest Thing,” or even “The Proposal.”

Because if you don’t, what will happen is this: you will pick up some ridiculously small dress and begin to fold it. On the screen will be scenes of children acting like teenagers, growing up, growing away, and moving away. And you will realize that the ridiculously small dress you are folding was once a lot smaller, and will soon be replaced by larger and larger dresses (though, of course, judging by some of the clothes I see on adolescents they may not necessarily get that much bigger) and eventually you will simply not be folding any more clothes, as they will hastily be shoved into dorm drawers.

And then you will start to cry.

Spare yourselves and heed my words.


Before I move on from the topic of the last few posts, I do want to clarify that I don’t think what B said to my son was racist, or that it means his parents are prejudiced in any way.  I mean, he’s four. He could have just as easily said, “I don’t like your shoes” and B’s father was probably right that he didn’t mean anything by using skin color, other than to be mean, which all kids will do at some point or another, even my precious little angels.  As adults, we know that race is a far more sensitive topic than shoe choice, but I don’t think that the little kids are necessarily aware of that.

Speaking of shoes (how’s that for a segue?), the boy can tie his own shoes now!! He desperately wanted a pair of lace up shoes, and we got him a pair of Converse.  He started doing the lacing work at school and can now tie his own shoes–yay, Montessori!  Here’s a short video–he’s so proud of himself.

You may have noticed that in the video he is wearing a three piece suit.

He LOVES this suit.  He wears it as often as possible, which is usually about twice a week, since we can’t do laundry much quicker than that.  He first started wearing suits last year, when he finally fit into a size 3T suit that my parents had purchased for him ages ago.  He wore that until it was in tatters, and my parents just bought him this new one, which he wears constantly unless it’s in the wash.  Whenever we’re in public, I feel compelled to tell others that he dresses himself this way and I do not force the kid to wear a suit.

Places to wear a suit you might not think of–

On the playground:

Riding a bicycle:


Or just going to school:

He’s my own little Alex P. Keaton.