So here's why I haven't been posting: My Robyn was here!
Robyn is one of our favorite human beings in the world. Imagine if your best girl friend marries your other best girl friend and they end up having three kids whom your children adore? And they have an amazing extended family that welcome you to Seders and birthdays and just everyday weekday dinners when you are just about to explode from parenting? And then, when you move across the country, calls you all the time, sends letters and artwork from the kids, overnights bagels for a party, and is the first non-grandparent to visit us?
That's my Robyn. She is one of my dearest friends, and she and her wife Sarah are The Goose's godmothers. (I'll write a post about how much I love Sarah someday.)
On Friday, we puttered. Dropped Lucy off at her school, which totally charmed Robyn. Have I mentioned how awesome our preschool is? Evan took Robyn on a tour of the DC Entertainment offices (which I am unable to depict on my blog, but believe you me, is a awesome and fantastically designed office that contains pinball machines, superhero costumes containing the sweat from famous folks, and groupings of chairs that individually cost more than both of our cars put together). They went over to the WB Lot and he took her for the family-and-friends behind-the-scenes tour and they had lunch at the commissary. She was enchanted.
On Saturday, we went to the farmer's market. Her other California friends had insisted that she visit one, and Oscar and I were happy to oblige. (We made her stand on the egg line.)
There's a new guy at the farmer's market: LA Funghi. He fed us lots of samples of weird and wonderful mushrooms and we bought these glorious 'shrooms:
We had lunch at Bob's Big Boy, of course.
Home for a nap, and then The Goose, Robyn and I took off downtown. We went to the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising Museum to see the Oscar nominated costumes. It was a great show and it was free!
This was the only picture I took of the costumes before I was told that I couldn't take pictures. That glorious orange dress? That's what Peppy was wearing when she was introduced in The Artist. The costumes from The Immortals, WE, and Real Steel (really!) were just awe-inspiring.
The FIDM is a beautiful campus surrounded by a park and beautiful buildings.
And awesome buildings.
We hit some traffic on the way home so we decided to detour through Hollywood.
If you peer into the background, you'll see the Hollywood sign back there. Robyn got genuinely teared up when she saw it. I remember that I did the same my first time. It's such a cultural touchstone that you don't really believe exists until you see it for the first time.
Saturday night, we engaged a babysitter and met Robyn's friend John in Little Ethiopia. Boy, do we miss Ethiopian food. We had an amazing feast and Robyn crashed with John for the evening.
Next morning: the beach!
The beach was the only request that Robyn made for her visit. She is such a New Jersey beach girl, and she had never dipped her toes in the Pacific. So we went to the Santa Monica Pier.
What does a New Jersey girl do on the pier?
Robyn and our kids. They couldn't love her more.
A rare picture of your humble narrator. Notice how I artfully cropped my gigantic butt out of this photo? FOURS AND A HALF YEARS OF ART SCHOOL, PEOPLE! Money well spent, Mom and Dad.
We made our way home and watched the Oscars. Robyn has spent nearly every awards show over at our house for years, and it was a lucky coincidence that she'd booked her visit during the Oscars. Evan and I have a family tradition of eating too much rich food and drinking too much champagne while watching award shows, and Robyn fits into that tradition perfectly.
Here's the funny thing about the Oscars: they start at 3:30 here. The actual show starts at 5:30. Evan suggested that we watch the red carpet coverage after the award to stay closer to real-time, and we both looked at him as if he was insane.
Here's Robyn trying to get the boys to bed.
Best dressed: Octavia Spencer. Best styled: Viola Davis with her natural hair, which let those gorgeous eyes shine out. Worst hairpiece: Rooney Mara. Best on the Red Carpet: Tina Fey.
Worst plastic surgery: everybody. Sheesh. Seriously, what's up with that duck lip everyone had? and I'm not the first person to say this, but ladies? EAT. A. SANDWICH.
Monday morning, we dropped off the boys at school and puttered around Magnolia Park. We stopped in Rocket Fizz, the coolest candy store I'm thrilled that my boys don't know exist. We went across the street to It's A Wrap, a secondhand store that specializes in clothes from the studios. Lucy found some shoes that she liked.
And then, as quickly as she came, our Robyn was off, back to New Jersey. We all were invigorated by her visit. Shouldn't you book your trip here today?