Archives for January 2015
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|Egg Plate: 2 Eggs any style, Arugula, Sliced Tomatoes, Sour Dough Whole Wheat Toast, sub. Potatoes for Brown Sugar Slab Bacon.|
|Crispy Yukon Potato-Veggie Hash, Paoched Eggs, Smoked Ancho-Chili Hollandaise, Brown Sugar Slab Bacon|
|Full bar: Scott’s favorite drink for brunch is the Hot Hot Mary|
At church when I was a kid, I remember sometimes being offered a doughnut afterwards from the church concession stand in exchange for not saying things like “How much longer?” and “Can we leave after communion” or “Can I keep the host and take it home with me?” I don’t really need to be bought off now, but it’s still nice to do something fun and different after church.
Yesterday we didn’t have any set plans so we ate brunch at Solace and went thrift shopping for a few items on my list for the new member of our family arriving soon (as my friend Nell says “our future new roommate”). Scott ordered two ‘Hot Hot Mary’s’ with his Veggie Hash for the shopping trip and I encouraged him seeing as I had plans to visit two thrift shops and two consignment stores that day. The cute thing was, he got even more into the shopping than I did. He said he likes thrifting better because no one is telling you what’s cool to buy, you get to decide. We got two new bookshelves and a little coat rack for Sprout. I’ll share some pictures soon.
If you’re in San Diego, I strongly recommend visiting the beachy, swami, surf town that is Encinitas and checking out Solace while you’re there. Like almost all restaurants in Encinitas (home of the first veggie burger in the United States!), they have many vegetarian and allergy friendly items (like a whole Gluten Free menu). I also really love how they regularly feature a Farmer’s Market Veggie Menu (listen to tonight’s: Warm Frisee & Treviso Salad; Cherry Tomatoes, Olives, Red Onion, Parmesan, Sherry Vinaigrette / Wild Mushroom Risotto; Hedgehogs, Mascarpone, Chives, Tempura Mushroom / Grilled Eggplant Parmesan; Tomato Sugo, Lemon Ricotta, Aioli, Balsamic, Breadcrumbs / $30 or $12.50 a la carte… I don’t know what all of that is, but based on my experiences dining there I bet it’s all good). Solace is great for date-nights and date-days. The atmosphere is fun, the patio is heated and you get to hear the train pass by while watching the town go through its daily shuffle. We love the unique menu, quality service and the good vibes.
|all hands on deck when it comes to my hair|
|hippo sweat vegan sunscreen|
|the hotel dinners and celebrations on the islands New Years Eve were expensive, so we all decided to stay on the boat and make salad, garlic bread and spaghetti together (that’s apple juice in my glass 🙂|
Our last appointment went well. I’ll have to remind your future Nonny not to say anything about my driving on the way there next time though. When we saw you on the screen, you were hiccuping. Rebecca, our acupuncturist, says this means you’re growing. She also thinks you’re a boy. Only you know the answer to that right now.
They had to take some of my blood for testing. They asked me “What have you eaten today?” and I had to tell them “Cheerios…with soy sauce.”…in the waiting room, in front of a teenage boy in a Pancho and a bunch of elderly couples holding each other’s hands and oxygen tanks. The nurse laughed like he didn’t understand, but took my blood anyway. Hopefully it’s as red as it’s supposed to be.
I’ve still been taking you surfing with me. I honestly believe you like it. I guess only you know if that’s true too. Daddy took some pictures of us in the water the other day and then I took some of him. I hope you like watching him surf as much as I do.
This swell was one of the best we’ve ever had and I had one of the best sessions I’ve ever had. I think that has something to do with you. I paddled out the back to the deep water when the bigger ones came. I told you “This is what it’s about Sprout! The adrenaline that pumps through you and makes you remember all the details.” I wish you could have seen the water. It’s a blue-green color that paint doesn’t come in. I open my eyes when we duck-dive to make sure everything is safe and because I want to capture that color in my mind’s eye forever. Then I can see it if I ever have to be away from the ocean. I bet the whales migrating south stay around an extra few days just to enjoy these hues too.
We ride the small and medium waves and only really surf with friends whose surf abilities I am familiar with. All of them know about you. Sometimes they call me “Mamma”. Sometimes I hate it. But when those words come out of your mouth I think it will be the best thing anyone has ever called me.
Sometimes I worry if you are ok or not. I even downloaded this app to detect your heartbeat that your daddy told me not to. He was right. It doesn’t even work on me! The good thing is, when I’m worrying, sometimes you send me a sign. I think I feel you moving around lately. I know I do. Your presence is so strong already.
When I think about taking care of you it makes me think of my mom and dad and how they’ve taken care of me; how I love the world because of them and what they’ve shown and told me about it.
Sometimes I feel like I must’ve grown-up to be having a baby and going to doctors appointments and trying to eat a balanced, healthy diet for a growing human (with a little cereal and soy sauce mixed in), but when I see my shadow running up the beach I see I’m still a kid. And you are mine, and that’s what you were before you were here at all and…this is going to be awesome.
Me, your mom
|[Scott, me, Sarah-Jason’s-sister, Jason, Sarah-Jason’s-girlfriend, Craig, Michelle]|
1/2 cup red onion, diced
the juice of 1 lime
My last wave was my best. Scott gave me a boost by pushing my feet right as the wave came so I had extra speed going down the line. Maybe I’m just making this up so I feel less guilty about surfing while pregnant, but I think that Sprout really enjoys surfing with me. Sometimes it’s hard feeling more vulnerable than usual. It’s hard not to see that vulnerability as a weakness, but I know I will look back on this experience of surfing with my baby in my belly as some of the best surfing I’ve ever done.
Mauruuru Tahiti for the waves and memories!
Scott asks “How do you feel to be home?” and I say “Relieved”. When he answers the same question he says, “Overwhelmed”. Usually I would agree; there’s something about stepping off of a plane from vacation into the chaos of concrete and cars that is unsettling, but today I find signs that read CLICK IT OR TICKET, DETOUR and LEFT LANE CLOSED comforting. I’ve never had a good meal at Denny’s. People say it’s because I never order their breakfast. The last time I was there, treating the priest who almost officiated our wedding (until he won a cruise) to dinner, I ordered Talapia that tasted like somebody’s pet fish probably would if you grilled it, but even that neon sign makes me feel peace as we drive by it on the 405 in traffic.
Tahiti was like a Condé Naste magazine come to life. The deep water was the same color as mouth wash. The shallow water was like an aquamarine jewel liquified and multiplied by twelve million. It has the kind of climate where you really have to make an effort to be hot or cold. But of course, as my mom reminded me when I mentioned I was sad and stoked to come home, life is both bitter and sweet. While we were there, there happened to be an unknown amount of mosquitos carrying a fever and splotch inducing sickness around French Polynesia that none of us had ever heard of. Some people said you never fully recover from it. So each time we ventured from our chartered sailboat to land, I was the one making an effort to be uncomfortably hot in the quintessential climate. Or rather, I was making sure to cover every ounce of my skin with fabric to protect Sprout from a bug he or she won’t know how to pronounce for years. This is the main reason I find the sight of Denny’s so calming at the moment. The other reason is because I’m glad to be headed back to a routine I have more control over; to not have to debate the question “So, what’s the plan for the day?” with five other people.
Eleven days earlier we boarded our sailboat in Ra’iatea, rented from Sunsail Charters. When we started doing these types of vacations over a decade ago, Maddie and Danielle hadn’t even had braces yet.
One year we brought a card game modeled after Go Fish. It was called Go Eat and came with a kid’s meal at Ruby’s restaurants that summer. We would battle it out hoping to be the one to accumulate the most chicken nugget and milk shake pairs. Maddie and I were the most likely to get caught up in some battle over who had won the most games, but you couldn’t count Danielle out for getting upset over kid’s meal cards either. It’s guaranteed that at least one person will cry on family vacation, but so far it’s never been my dad. He loves these vacations. He’s probably already Googled ‘bareboating away from civilization’, excited to present to us the next time we will all be confined to 30 feet together.
One day he and I are sitting alone in the dinghy watching a rainstorm linger and gather over some tall cliffs adjacent to our boat. He tells me those cliffs weren’t formed by volcanoes, like I had believed, but by uplifting, when two plates converged and pushed each other up. Scott is out surfing and we sit watching and waiting for him in the dinghy, having just surfed the right on the other side of the channel. I’m mad at one of my sisters for snapping at me for what I feel is absolutely no reason and seeking counsel from him. He tells me some of his standard advice that could be applied to almost any conflict. “Be the bigger person.” I roll my eyes.
“Dad, doesn’t it ever get to you? …. The drama that goes down on these trips?”
“I try to stay out of it, you know that. I just really enjoy everyone being together. It doesn’t happen as often anymore,” he replies.
“We were all just together at Thanksgiving,” I say.
“Right. That was a while ago,” he says as he looks back, studying the approaching storm.
It’s only been like a month since Thanksgiving, not to mention that two out of three of his kids work at his office, plus his son-in-law Scott, and we were all also together two out of four weekends in December. We’re together all the time, I think to myself. He has a house down the street from me! But that’s when I realize that he can never get enough of his family, even when he’s stressing out and yelling at us (me) to “Just get out of the way!” at the airport. He would never lose faith in his family, in his certainty that he wouldn’t rather spend his life with anyone else.
Now that I’m home, in the comfort of my own house, planning without any debate or input what I will make for lunch, I realize that, that’s what stands out to me most from this vacation and all the trips we’ve taken together as a family. It’s easy to remember the arguments we’ve had. Anger and irritation stick around much longer in my mind than I’d like them to; Love is much harder to give words to.
Even though I can’t really control my mind, I hope that someday it will work more like my dad’s does (except I’ll be much more patient at airports!). I’ll let all the little things fall to the floor, like the soft sand does out of my suitcase as I unpack my one piece swimsuit, and I’ll always be hoping for more time with family too.