Weekend Update

Hello friends. It's Annika Ruth reporting in to let you know how much fun I have been having in the summer sun. What? It is not even summer yet? Well then, I love spring. The flowers are in bloom, the sky is blue and berries are in season.
Life is great. However, not everyday is easy. Life is not just one big bowl of cherries. For a case in point just look at the above picture. I don't have a bowl. I have a plate. I am not eating cherries. I am eating blue berries and blackberries which really are not in season quite yet.
They say people see glasses as half full or half empty but what about people who see their favorite pint glass break. Case in point not everyday is easy. I'll have you know my Mom was lying face down in a park with exhaustion when she was called for that pint glass.
Ah... a broken glass, well I guarantee there will be plenty more of those in her future.
But guess what? We drink up life! We make memories! The drinking of life makes the memory. The drinking glass doesn't hold the memories. So to the tune of a Kate Perry song "Raise Your Glass"
Or raise your spoon. Finally! I get another chance to feed myself yogurt. Mmm. It's good.
Don't worry about the mess Mom. I'll clean it up myself.
In the event, the only easy day was yesterday, photodocumentation.Take it when you get it.
Annenberg + Heated Splashpad = LA's best kept secret.

35 Candles

We celebrated my Dad's birthday this past weekend. I believe his birthday is actually a  holiday celebrated in the state of Vermont and by all Grateful Dead fans. We celebrated with cake and soccer.
Looks like three layer cake but it's four. It's also 3 day cake. Day One:Measure dry ingredients, sift, set aside. Day Two: Bake Cakes and make frosting. Day Three: Perform structural engineering to assemble a frost cake. King Arthur's chocolate cake layered with coconut cream cake. Coconut cream frosting on top. Chocolate mousse in between layers. Full disclosure in addition to coconut cream there is a pound of butter in the frosting.?
 
Day 2 wonder why in carnation you didn't just go to Sweet Lady Jane and buy a cake and splash some flour around the kitchen. Seriously?
 And for the most fullest disclosure when you do go to a sweet shop and order a sweet treat. JUST GET THE CHOCOLATE! If think you are saving calories, sugar, and fat by getting the banana shamana, coconut white I just eat light, lemon shmemon I'll be skinny in Heaven you might want read some recipes. Often there is more sugar and fat in bran muffin than a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Don't blame me...it takes more than magic to make bran taste yummy.
What do I know? I'm only 19 months and I know that an Apple a Day keeps the Doctor Away.
I also know that family is pretty special and I love spending time with mine.
 Rumor has it my west coast picnics are numbered and our next move is in the works.
 My parents claim they found me a great place to live. I think it looks something like this. Based on the size of our current living dwelling this likely is it. You mean to tell me we are going to live in a place where the bathroom door doesn't hit the toilet when you open it? Don't get me wrong I only have first world problems and I am incredibly fortunate all things considered. It's just a little bit of a challenge not letting LA find your inner cynic. Considering what happened in Boston last weekend I am beyond thankful. the sadness and tragedy is beyond my comprehension entirely. Luckily instead of running Boston my parents were enjoying yet another passion. The slopes.
 
 At risk of exposing my sinful cynical sarcasm to all those who turn up their noses and say "You'd better like snow or you better have a shovel" (in a condesending tone with prideful glee as if this is the first time we have heard such a statement.)  I'm certain of a few things: My Dad would like to say "can it" and my Mom would like her boots to do the talking.   
 First time on skis in 2 years. Two years off is too long. She must have been monkeying around or something.

 
I can never be accused of monkeying around. I have got Giddy Up written all over me.

I found this horse on near the corner of 15 & Montana. Papperazi was staked out in the Whole Foods parking lot. I thinkit was a decoy. Good thing my Mom stuck to her guns and didn't let me steal the horse as I wished. It would have been all over the toddler tabloids by morning. 

Oh ...and just so you know. Do not believe any parent who says their toddler does not pick up after themselves. I do a fine job. Thank you.





Easter!

Hippity Hoppity Hooray! Easter was a blast. I love Easter it means new life . Fresh air and flowers in bloom.
Not only did the Easter bunny hop up to my door and leave me some great goodies but it appears I got "my words " as well! I can repeat almost anything I hear. In case you are wondering those are 3 generations of family bunnies in the picture. All 3 bunnies snuck out of my crib and helped the Easter bunny that night.
My parents are very "green" and saved on space and parking by walking the 1 plus mile to church that morning. If only they let me walk I so could have turned the 1plus mile into three  miles by diverting for random porches,dogs, dog statues, snails, flowers, cracks. You name it I notice it.
And to think my Mom thinks I need to learn to entertain myself.
Ok ...safely entertain myself is her concern.
Here we are: Easter 2013 Family photo. I know we should have done better but there were a million people milling about. The sun was in our eyes and I was ready to hit the park across the street at that point.In case you are wondering ....my Mom is so not recycling that outfit. It is "upcycled" as it will just get better with time, like fine wine. Remember, this is Santa Monica. It is a sin to not bring your own bag so we cannot support landfill fashion.
Clearly I know a thing or two about fashion. Don't I just look like spring?
Or like I am made of springs and always ready to spring in to action.
My Mom on the other hand has her seasons and sports mixed up. Instead of "think spring" her outfit says I'm not sure if I am going to tennis or for a trail wind during hunting season. She's going to tell you it is moisture wicking, was on the sale rack and her clean dry shirt for story hour is in the stroller. I'm going to tell you when she wears it  she likes how the faster she runs the more the ruffles stick out straight behind her. When she  wears it she attempts to race men riding carbon fiber bikes with Zipps race wheels people on bikes up West Channel.  Not sure if they know about the race but we do! Game on and no entry fee.

I'm 18 months old. Almost 19 really.My Mom has been stifling my inner Picasso and finally got me some finger paints. Actually she found out 14 month old kids finger paint in daycare and felt guilty.  I really enjoyed myself for a solid 3 minute which totally made the 30 minutes of prep and cleanup a good use of my Mom's time. I made sure to learn the difference between blue and purple to make sure she is motivated to repeat the activity soon.
 

 On a daily basis I can get her to fork over the sidewalk chalk. Sidewalk chalk is great fun. I can draw with it, use it as a drumstick, and if my Mom didn't intervene I could use it as a lollipop. UGH! She's such a helicopter mother! Just wait until I'm a teenager.
 
 By far the best way to celebrate Spring is with surf, sun, and sand!