|Certain unhappy times|
|1 Baby + 2 Parents = Dearth of Friends|
February—Mom posts an ad online saying something like ANYBODY NUTS ENOUGH TO WALK ACROSS SAN FRANCISCO WITH A BABY? Lo and behold, there’s a passel of these moms. Suddenly, I have FRIENDS! Tabby, Maggie, Ella, Fiona, Leo, Georgia, and I rule the city—crawling and staggering from craggy, windswept Corona Heights, to the coyote haunt and hawk home of Glen Canyon, to the bird-filled flatlands of Heron’s Head in Hunter’s Point. Every time we meet, it’s a party in the sun.
|Born to win|
|Gunslinger in a slot canyon|
|Miz Lise of Vis Valley's Story Time|
May—What a lovely month: flowers blooming in the garden, bike rides on the coast, and outings with my buddies. Grammy and I don our biggest floppy sunhats and have a date at the San Francisco Zoo, Mom trailing in our wake. My parents throw a summer party, and thank god, there are guests my size and age, including new friends, Emily and Seamus, drinking milk and causing riots.
|The Big and the Little G|
July—Things are getting HOT: the Marin County Fair (do I smell cow pies?), a punk rock wedding in Virginia City, Nevada where I dress up in cowgirl finery and shake my rump, and a jaunt to Mississippi. We head to Ole Miss where the nights are balmy and lit with fireflies, and come daytime, I snarffle through massive plates of BBQ, sweat like a hog in the Southern heat, and have a tantrum outside William Faulkner’s home.
|English Channel summer|
August—I fly to JOLLY OLD ENGLAND, where straight off this ginger-haired boy woos me with sweets and ice cream as my parents drink at a pub. The folks and I head to Brighton where I meet two new friends, Joel and Ellis. We explore real castles and ancient battlegrounds, stumble across shingle beaches to the FREEZING English Channel, get backstage at the Royal Pavilion, climb Devil’s Dyke and hike on top of chalky cliffs, visit Roman ruins at Bath, and get lost in Leatherhead. I have a BRILLIANT time.
|In the fish tunnel|
October—Hang on to your horses! I’m turning TWO! My party is a smashing success, and someone spins rockabilly tunes so me and my buds can do the watoosi and the hand-jive! I also have new friends, Naglis and Smelte. One day I ride the MUNI bus to Chinatown with my buddies, where I refuse to eat dim sum. I see a strange performance at the De Young Museum one night, party hard at my cousin Kekoa’s birthday, and toodle around the city on hikes. Awesome month!!
|No dental tools in my mouth|
December—Every time I brush my teeth, I ask for Jacob. To my consternation, I am given my first dental appointment. Indeed, I bite a couple fingers. I walk out of that office like a bandit with a new teddy bear, two toothbrushes (one for Jacob?), and a kid-sized toothpaste bottle. WHO do THEY think they’re fooling? I will not go down easy.
The month is halfway over, but there’s some event called the Winter Solstice coming up, and I hear I might get buck-naked and dance around a Yule Log, howling like a tiny wolf. Yes, my hippie-at-heart parents are forsaking this other event they call “Christmas,” and so they’re bringing me to a cabin in the Oregon woods (and in the process breaking the hearts of my grandparents three, who I’ll dearly miss). But truth be told, I’m excited. I’ve never spent multiple days in the outdoors, I’ve only seen stars in picture books, and I have a new pair of snow boots. I’m hopeful for a grrrrreat ending to 2011—for YOU and ME BOTH! Let’s keep each other posted. Happy holidays!
|Looking sweet but plotting revolt for 2012|
Love and kisses,
|Just for a second I allowed this invasion|
|Bringing soup to the Occupiers|
|My friend Naglis|
|Me, Tutu, and Mom|
|Rest is good|
|Wagon riding in the UK|
|I call him Ginger Nut, my short-term British boyfriend|
|This Brit is NOT my boyfriend.|
|Marin County hiking|
|Shingle beaches of Brighton|
|Pig painting for the grandparents |
|My friend Maggie|
|Riding the bus to Chinatown with my buds|
|Giddy up, Grandpa!|
|Cousin Kekoa and me|
|The indignity of it, but I love my aunt|
|Swimming in Nevada|
|Annalise, Ellie, and Uncle Chris|
|My friend Georgia|
|Whoa! Freakie-deekers at the De Young tonight!|
|My friend Fiona|
|Me, Grammy, and Mom|
|My friend Tabicakes|
|My friend Seamus|
|Me and Daddy|