...he was a happy man this weekend.

To the two men that make me the most happy...

When I got married  the thing that was hardest... about leaving the "single" life... was leaving my father & mother.   I do not regret one moment marrying Spencer.  But it was bitter sweet; ya know?  I felt the handover of myself from my dad to Spencer the whole night and the next morning.

These two men in the above picture are my favorite.  They have created deapth in me that I had not known of.  They have supported and loved me through all my raging fits and my better moments.  They have given me reason to have joy.  And I love them with all I have.  

How lucky am I?  How lucky to have a father whom I adore... and have a husband I am completley in love with.  I have been blessed.  Not to mention that my babes, H & R, are enamored with their daddy, which makes me love him even more daily.

Happy Father's Day Spencer and Dad, I love you.

Spencer Brinton

That is how I felt today.  

I was going to make it over this bridge, biking, if was going to kill me.

And I did.  (please withhold the applause.)

Wasn't it a pretty day in S.F.?  I know.  Hazy but B.E.A.U-tiful day.

I love these kids.  I really do.  Look a them in those duck hats.  Classic

This picture about puts me over every time I look at it. 

The path...

 I will say I didn't think about the wind, smart Whitney, it was a heck of a lot stronger than... 

well... me.  

The kids were DONE.  Period.  Too bad this was about half way.  

R was clawing to get out.  I guess a 2.5 hour bike ride isn't her desire.  

She had it good... she just watched her parent's sweat, 

ummm well... not Spencer (who was pulling them) but me.  Sweet sweat.

The famous Lombard Street.  I loved the hydrangeas they had everywhere.

The following pictures cracked me up.  

It was H's first ice cream cone - bought.  

I know mean mom... his first! and he is almost four!  

So I was going to let Spencer write this entry - only because he asked... sort of.  BUT then I realized the blackmail that was about to happen; if he got on the blogging world and set his fingers to fire with this post.  So, I saved him from the sin of blackmailing his wife.  Annnnd I do better... sugar coating things that is.  We will save his commentary for another entry... ha.

To bike the S.F. bridge has always been something I wanted to do.  I have (for the past four years) asked Spencer countless times to do this activity with me... and until this past week did he agree.  I was SOOO excited.  CAN YOU FEEL MY EXCITEMENT??  Well it was there earlier.  

Spencer and I go to this blazing saddles bike rental place on Hyde street.  Meet some people who were high, the employees.  They were way to excited & nazi like. For example... when "test driving" my bike they all (about 6 of them) stood there and clapped for me letting me know I was doing a great job.  I wanted so badly to jump off the bike and punch a few of them... STOP applauding my ability to peddle!!  I have been riding a bike probably longer than some of them have been a live... sad that I can actually say that... sad sad.

Once we got out of there, as fast as we could, we parked our bikes on the corner... changed R's diaper right there in the middle of the sidewalk - hey those S.F. people and guests have seen worse, I would put money on that.  Then we took our kid's helmets off... Reagan was about to pull her head off with hers.  It was not going to happen if we actually wanted to ride to the bridge.  So off we went.  And went.  And went.  Mind you I am so not in shape when it comes to biking.  (But I could see how it could get addicting.) Not. In. Shape.  And the route wasn't even hard... well the first hill about put me in the grave.  I was trying to figure out those stupid gears.  The bike Nazi went to fast with the directions, plus he really bugged me so I probably blocked out everything he said.  I know I did... or tried too.

Spencer with two kids can kick my trash... and there was this runner who was faster at running then I was at biking on dirt.  Maybe the dirt slowed me down?  It was appalling and embarrassing. Spencer laughed more then he had all week together.  At me.  Nice.  

We get closer to the bridge and see another fat hill... at least this was gradual.  And I had figured out my gears.  But near the top you could probably guess what I was thinking... not nice things.  I wanted to get off the bike and hurl it down the hill hoping someone would run over it.  When honestly I was so embarrassed that I was so not able to beat Spencer while he hauled two kids behind him.  I need to start RUNNING/BIKING.  If anything so that I could keep up with Spencer the pack horse.  Once we got to the bridge I got excited and it was cake getting over and back (yes it was flat) and then even too the rental shop.  And my I mention I didn't get off the bike once, as much as I wanted too.  My pride wouldn't let me.  I am sure my legs won't work tomorrow.  

After we took the bikes back and the French girl was going to charge us a flippin' 118 for the rental.  I looked at her and told her to do her math again.  I do know that math is universal Frenchie.  There is no way I am paying 118$.  She looked at me and said well you got ferry tickets right?  I gave her a fat no with a "you are stupid look", does it look like I just got off a ferry?  Yea - not really (remember sweet sweat all over my body??).  Then she charged us for two buggies.  As she calculated her mistake I told her the amount.  May not be able to ride a bike fast, but I do remember how to add.  Pat my back yes I will.  She then figured the rentals were quite a bit less.  

We got in the car and were starving, but made it down Lombard street and out of the city.  Went to Berkley for a bite to eat.  We went to the Mediterranean.  It  was yummers.  Then we skipped on down a few feet to Ici Ice-cream shop.  It was delish.  They had these strange flavors like Rose.  Saffron caramelized pistachio.  Which was strong, but oh so good.  We rounded out with chocolate for H, Rocky Road for the Mr. and a little chicory Coffee for me.  I don't have ice cream very often, so when I get it on a cone I enjoy every moment of it.  It was fabulous.  And I am sure I burned, at least, two scoops of ice cream on my little jaunt to the bridge... so I enjoyed.  

We took off for home and when we got here, we all were so tired... the night couldn't come fast enough.  It was fun.  And I am glad I (we) did it.  

Although my legs won't be able to bend tomorrow.  

That would be me... 

Or maybe it is because miss hottie Lisa is sitting next/on me.  With her lovely tan skin and youth reeking out of her.  I say youth because I saw this picture and cringed. 

(AND you all know what I mean by that... 

because everyone has a picture where they look older than they thought... right? Right!)

And I do look older in the above picture (if I don't then don't tell me).  I post it for, again, the hottie on my lap.  We need a "re-due" Lisa.

Spencer and I have been talking this past week about girl toys.  It all started earlier this week when Spencer went to get something for Reagan to play with - and all he could find were cars and balls for her.  And really - that is all she plays with.  She does not have one girl toy, well other than a unicorn horse I bought her a while ago... it is a small unicorn... I just thought it was cute.  

So this week I made it a point to get her something girlie.  And what is more girlie than her first baby-doll (those things costs a lot of money for the nice ones, wow)?  I also bought her a little stroller, which I cut the fabric while opening... cheap thing.  Or dumb me... either way it is torn and now I have to stitch it... wonderful.  

Here is R's new addition:

When she first saw it she pointed at it from down the hall and then giggled.  Quickly got to it and took it out of the stroller and then put it back in, all the while talking to it very loudly.  

Like the no pants... this was after her nap.  

Held the doll's hand for a moment and then proceeded with her mission... of strolling.  Which was funny funny.  She was like a drunk toddler trying to walk a straight line.  

It happened today... we were in Target getting shoes for H & R (by the way I could have bought about 10 shoes for R and had to FIND 1 for H... someone needs to get into the business of boy shoes... come on!) and...

Hudson came around the corner with something like these on his feet

When Hudson rounded the corner into my view he had a MAJOR plea in his eye... and squealed: "LOOK mom!  LOOK mom! Spider man!!!  I want these... oh please mom... I want theeeessssseeee!" 

Me: "Nope"

H, as he let them fall to the ground and was sulking in the same moment, saw them fall and hit the ground and they, of course, lit up  - wonderful I thought.  Now I am in for it.

H: "MOMMMMMMM, look at me.  LOOK AT ME.  They have lights!  They have lights!" 

Me: "No, that means they are broken - when they light up they are broken.  Yep - broken; go take them back."

H: "No mom, they are not broken... they are magic."

Me: (starting to break, only because it was like he saw a miracle happen right in front of his eyes, such wonder in his eyes... shoes with lights... very cool.) "H, really we are here for church shoes.  Not spider man shoes... okay.  Maybe someday you can buy them for yourself... when you are big and hopefully happen into some taste (again NO OFFENSE people)."

H: "Oh, okay... "

I pointed him to the other section of shoes where he delightfully picked out his church shoes (and was actually really stoked about them) and forgot about the crazy character shoes with lights.  And to think I ALMOST broke.

**But I did buy a pair for Farrah.  

Last weekend H and I went and saw this:

Tonight - The man and I will be seeing this.  I am excited.  I like Sandra Bullock's romantic comedies; I never tire of them.  So I am looking forward to a night of movie, popcorn, cherry coke and my man candy... good times, good times.

*What are you doing this weekend?

What do you do with your wash cloth?

I eat it.

Then drop it all nice and wet

...And laugh while doing it

I follow up with an innocent face and a sweet "uh-oh"

And then a raspberry sound... 

 Which is a favorite as of late, especially when playing cars with H.

H has a thing for jump roping...

You ask where was R the whole time water balloons were being played with?  Ummm... getting into the dirt and water - just where she always wants to be.  

REACHING for any kind of ball she can find 

(this is her favorite toy of choice)

Finally getting the ball.  Very happy gal.

Finding the last water balloon... was flooded with excitement.  

Good thing H let her have it.

First of all... I was wrong about Hudson's clothes selection... the shorts were not bright red, they were blue (not sure where I got red from?).  So... we are onto a matching start with H... at least he was all different shades of blue the day he chose to dress himself.  See...

Sooooo what do you do on a "luke-warm" day in June?  

Water balloons of course.  

Hot, cold who cares - it's summer!

(this is H picking up the broken balloons... I have the fear of small balloons and children that put everything in their mouths... blame me?)

After a few min.  I walked back to see what was going on and found all of his clothes in a pile on his floor.  I asked him what he was doing, he mentioned... from the bathroom... that he was going to take a B.M.  Nice.  So I walked in asked him if had to take all of his clothes off to complete his task.  He said yes.  Ok.  He then mentioned to me, after his task was finished and fully nude, that he was going to change his clothes.  I asked him why.  He then mentioned to me that his daddy changes his clothes right when he gets home every time and so will he.  So onto our second outfit,  to which he dressed himself (first time, and it was a doozy!) in a dragon blue short sleeved shirt with red shorts.  Did I mention it is pretty cold outside, which is a whole other issue with me right now... do the heaven's know it is June?!  For real.  

Last night he took a later nap, so I went into my room (where he has been napping lately, since him and R share a room) to wake him up.  I said his name a few times and got him somewhat attentive.  I had a small conversation with him about dinner and golfing with dad - IF he got up.  He mumbled and whined (I mean who likes to be woken up from a late & deep nap?  Not me.), I walked out telling him to get up and eat... and to hurry!  I walked out made a quick meal for him - we are talking cereal.  I knew it would get him up faster - knowing a bowl of cereal was waiting for him and not some yummy brussels sprout.  Which by the way I do cook and we do love, for the most part.  

This makes me happy.  So happy.

Today as I watched all of Reagan's food fall to the ground... I realized what I had on my hands.  A woman with a mind of her own.

Spencer and I laughed at her throwing her corn (so not laughing when I had to pick some of it up) to the ground.  She had had enough food for that "sitting".  I think that Spencer and I didn't move fast enough to stop her for 

1.) we were dead tired - Sundays create such a heavy lid day - ya know?  

And

 2.) We were hoping the other would get up - didn't happen.  SO we sat and watched her destroy my clean floor.  

And then this happened...

One of us got her down (can't remember who, how sad is that?) and let her go do whatever it is she wanted.  Just so we could enjoy a moment of eating without shoving food in one or two child(s) mouth.  Once she hit the floor it was a feeding frenzy.  No joke.

This eating action jogged my memory of Spencer and my first born... H, he was a social eater.  Again - not kidding.  He would eat a full on meal;  5 min. later he would see us eating and move in for some more.  He would eat at any time, and could out eat any one of us.  But LOVED to eat with people - when any "people" ate to be more exact.  Social Eater, yes he was.

Once my memory jog was over I realized what kind of eater my daughter was... she is a Scrapper.  Yep.  She eats better when her food is served on the floor.  Needless to say half of my corn that was thrown to the floor was now in her little tummy.  I guess she just gets sick of eating in a high chair?!!  So now we know.  Nice.  You would think that a little woman would be somewhat mindful of not only what she ate, but how.  (kidding) Who knows?  But she is full.  My little scrapper eater.  

What a lady.

This past Friday night was a good ole time.  We hurried ourselves down to a yummy pizza place in Danville, then cruised the downtown.  I LOVE this place.  It is quaint, cozy, BEAUTIFUL and has that homey feel - ya know?  Plus it has yummy restaurants and stores filled with eye candy.  I brought along my new lens and tried to play around a bit.  

Walking around after dinner...

My love boat, aka dream boat - Mr. H.

He is a handsome little man isn't he.

Went for some DELISH gelato, which I am not a usual fan of... but they have this strawberry 

gelato that is ahhhmazing.  And I am not a fan of strawberry flavor either.  It is that good.

R's first taste of the glorious gelato... yes a fan she is.  

She was ticked each time we took a bite and didn't share with her.

They give you these waffle/sugar triangles to go with it.  

But I will say I adore my lens.