Today marked a big silly milestone in Matthew's life. He has officially been on every ride in Disneyland, as of 4:45 this afternoon. Indiana Jones was the ride he'd been avoiding for the last year or so, and, like I predicted, it's now his favorite. Next up, California Adventure and the three or so remaining rides he has yet to conquer. He tells me not to hold my breath, the Tower of Terror scares him a bit. I love mommy/youngest son days at Disney. Strolling around, no real agenda, an eight year old who values the art of silent companionship as much as I do.
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Our concert got cancelled, so we had dinner instead. Love these women.
It's so green outside. The kids and dogs can't stay indoors. Brett has been purchasing crazy weapons and targets to play with. I'll post more on that later.
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James had his 16th birthday one week after mine, he chose to take friends paint balling at Camp Pendleton. Brett took them all, and James' dad Scott met up with them later in the day. I heard it was a fun and painful day. Most of the boys had never paint balled before, they were a little nervous. By the end of the day they were glad they went.
James and all his friends, and his dad Scott.
Brett found Mad Max.
Sweet sixteen? Stinky sixteen.
The week prior was Tyler's first boy scout camp out, Brett helped out with that as well. Tyler had grubmaster duty the whole weekend and was really happy with the way all his meals turned out. It was a long, hard trip, they were beat up by a wind storm at night and ended up sleeping in the truck. Ah, the life of a scout. Here are a few pics of the dunes they climbed.
Hike to the largest dunes in North America.
Heading to the top.
Tyler at the top.
Last night Brett and I cruised on over to the Anaheim White House Restaurant for dinner. Brett had made reservations to make up for being out of town on my birthday, which he didn't have to do, but I was happy he did. We are definitely foodies, and enjoy trying new places. The White House is supposed to be a wonderful fine dining establishment here in Orange County, but Brett and I both agreed we have been more impressed with fine dining experiences in Reno than we have been anywhere here. It was fun, just not as great as we thought it would be.
I had the veal scallopini with imported prosciutto. Why the giant cracker, we'll never know. I used it as an arm band.
Brett had their braised short ribs with horseradish sauce, it was mighty tasty. This cracker looks to be in the shape of a bird. Or wingless pterodactyl. Not sure.
The carpaccio appetizer was adequate. When did I become a food snob? We had a grand marnier souffle for dessert and it tasted like scrambled eggs. That was sad.
It was a pretty place to go, but I don't think we will go back.
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