Solo Parenting Day 2

01.27.14

Day one was fine. We’re all used to one of us being gone. Junior was delighted to have half the bed to himself and I went all crazy and slept without the air conditioner on (did I mention that Mr. G would thrive in an igloo?). I haven’t bothered with mascara and shaving my legs is completely off the table. My clothes match but just barely. There’s no one to dress up for and I’m taking full advantage.

We went shopping on Robertson so Jane could get some new pants from Paige.¬†While we were walking to Starbucks Alexander felt cold so we found him a cool sweatshirt at Kitson men. Men. We’re shopping at men’s stores now. The LA/NY of it felt appropriate for the season. Jane still has a gift card from LF but right now everything is too short for school. We’re waiting for longer versions of everything to appear.

I should mention that Jane also made off with my Alexander McQueen flats and though it’s sad that they’re no longer mine they do look awfully good on her.

It’s just too bad that after a lovely day with the kids I couldn’t sleep without my husband here. Part of me will never sleep soundly without him.

I’m about to make my children a casserole for dinner tonight. If you’ve ever eaten with Mr. G you know that casseroles aren’t things he eats. The same goes for stews, chilis and hot cereal. For the next three days we’ll have a warm house with plenty of casseroles, Indian takeout and lots of chili. I’ll wear no makeup and possibly look homeless by Thursday. If you see me on Superbowl Sunday and I’m holding a cup please resist the urge to put your loose change in it. This is the Gottlieb version of lemonade from lemons.

 

 

Places You Should Go (or click maybe)

06.12.12

Every time I find a wonderful place I think Ooh I should blog about that. Then I never do blog about it because I get busy with a rant from my son or an old lady talking about a purple penis.

In no particular order here are a few places and things I’ve been meaning to share with you and none of them are sponsored. It’s just stuff I love.

Your Little Film: If you’re in the LA area and need an event filmed Logan and his team did a magnificent job for Jane’s school play. In addition to event filming he can also take all your baby videos (in any format) and turn it into a little film you’ll actually watch and enjoy.

Rubio Optical or AB See Optical: If your child needs glasses and you live close to the Beverly Center to to AB See Optical. If you’re in the valley Rubio Optical is your best bet. Alexander wore glasses from infancy to age 9 and we went to at dozen places for glasses. ABSee and Rubio are the best with no one coming in as a close third.

The C Salon: I had my second haircut there and I no longer hate going to the salon. Why did I punish myself in Beverly Hills for all those years (and all those dollars)?

Heritage Bookshop: I found the most perfect gift for my Dad’s 70th here. It was a first edition of David Copperfield. It’s a beautiful store and everyone was incredibly nice even though I clearly wasn’t one of their big spenders (OMG they have $60,000 books). They helped me find a fabulous book in my budget and I know it was a hit with Dad.

Bacara Resort: I swear I’m going to do a full write up and review before the week ends. But trust me. Just go there.

Paige Denim: They’re in the department stores so even though the jeans aren’t cheap they do go on sale pretty quickly. If you can swing a trip to the store on Robertson you’ll be delighted because everyone working there is really nice and competent and they’ll help you find pants that flatter your figure.

Babolat tennis shoes: The propulse is an excellent shoe for a narrow foot. My son and I both wear them and I’m about to grab my third pair. I think the velcro is what makes them so wonderful for my foot.

Nude Heels: I might have gone overboard but this summer I’m wearing my AGLs when I don’t have a pedicure and my Stella McCartneys when I do.

 

Sarah Maizes has a new book out for your little one. It’s On My Way to the Bath. Watch this and I dare you to stop smiling.