Last week started on a high note. We joined a community pool for the summer. If you want to swim in the big pool, and jump off the diving board, you have to pass a swim test. That means swimming a full length of the pool and treading water for 30 seconds. Graham passed on his first try. He was so proud of himself and I was so proud of him.
Speaking of Graham, I forgot to share this photo from last week. People ask me all the time about his skin. It is beautiful, right? He is so brown. I am brown too and most of my family is, but not like this. We use sunscreen and he often wears a swim shirt, but he is just a really tan dude.
A rare coffee (and bagel) date with just one of my children.
My chocolate supply was getting a little low so I went a little overboard.
I grew up in a house with a lot of art. My parents have a very cool collection of things they have bought over the years. Randy and I have some really great pieces too and this is my very favorite. It has a little story. In March of 2004, Randy and I were living in London. My parents came to visit and my mom and I took a little trip to Paris for a few days. We went into a lovely gallery on the Île St. Louis and saw this artist’s work and we both fell in love with it. I was just a few days pregnant at the time but didn’t know it. Later, in July, just in time for my birthday, Randy and I were in Paris again, just before we moved back to Seattle. I was 22 weeks pregnant and just starting to show, and I took him back to the gallery so he could see the paintings. Our last full day there, Randy went to see the Tour de France riders come down the Champs d’Elysées while I stayed off my feet. On his way back to our hotel, he stopped in to the gallery and bought this painting for my birthday and had it shipped back to Seattle as a surprise. In our house in Seattle, it occupied a wall where it could not be appreciated as much as it should. Here in Oakland, it has a prime spot.
If you are on Instagram, you probably see a lot of selfies (Instagram-ese for self shots). I have unfollowed two people for their excessive selfies. I try to limit mine to good hair days (check), new articles of clothing (check), or photo bombs by boys (check).
Date night in my neighborhood! We are so excited to have an A16 in Rockridge. We ate at the San Francisco location in the fall and are thrilled to have another East Bay place to frequent. We had a terrific meal there and I can’t wait to go back.
We had friends come over for brunch on Saturday and I decided I wanted to make these chocolate brioche buns using the same dough as this recipe. The dough looks so beautiful after its rise.
The recipe didn’t mention that the long side should have been opposite of where I put it.
Also, the glaze recipe was off. You were supposed to dredge the dough in the glaze but it was too thick so it ended up not being dredge-able and looked a little funny. Sometimes the Macrina recipes do this to me and it makes me mad. But these were still spectacular.
Randy’s company did a picnic in Menlo Park complete with pony rides, a petting zoo, shave ice, and lots of swag for the boys.
Fresh chickpeas at the farmers’ market. I’m going to make this recipe.
This week is Mommy Camp. We leave for the Delaware shore on Friday so I thought the boys could stay home with me this week. We could do fun stuff around the East Bay. And then it started raining. I don’t remember what to do with rain.