Dancin' Singin' Songwritin'

On the drive home tonight I heard on the radio about a songwriter who released a new song. I think I could be songwriter. A singer songwriter. A dancing singer songwriter.

Is This a Stay-Home Day?

I ask this question nearly every morning. It's not that I don't like school, but I'd much rather stay home with Momma and Daddy. We call Saturday and Sundays "stay-home days" although that's rarely what we do. This Saturday was fun, fun, more fun, followed by a little extra fun on the side.

First, we went to August's birthday party at the Skate park. My scooter was so fancy with ribbons, flowers, and pipe cleaners.


I left the party a bit early to go to my Saturday dance class. After dance class we hung out (literally) at one of my favorite parks - Pioneer park. It's built on an old cemetery and is one of the coldest places in San Diego no matter the weather elsewhere in the city.

After the park, we met up with Marissa and her mom to get our tickets to Gator by the Bay for food and Zydeco music. I ate some hush puppies, jambalaya and a bite of a po-boy.

Marissa and I made some silly hats.

Then, we danced to the music.

Until it got too loud and too crowded.

After the festible, I rode a big, red double-decker bus back to the car with Momma and Daddy. I got a little sleepy on the way home until I heard my parents mention dinner. I started chanting, "Shakespeare's! Shakespeare's! Shakespeare's!" And it worked. We stopped at Shakespeare's pub for dinner. By the end of the day we were all a little pooped and crashed on the couch to watch a movie. Tangled!

Stay-home days are the best!

Music at Sunset

Last night around sunset, Momma and I played along the water at Mission Bay while Daddy went to the OMBAC meeting. I was on the hunt for all things disgusting. I picked up troll hair (algae), dead crab legs, and bits of this and that I found along the way. She refused to carry them for me so I tucked them in my shoes and handed those to her to carry instead.

On the way home she cranked up some music on the radio as the sun set behind us over the water. We pretended to conduct the orchestra when I remembered, "This is Vivaldi!" Miss Johnson had played The Four Seasons for us in the classroom a few months ago. When we got home Momma let me listen to the remaining Summer, Autumn and Winter parts of the concerto.