Sunday Morning

I was going to write a post about how this was the worst start to a spring break I've ever had. The past week, Timmy wasn't sleeping well at all (after 5 weeks of being great) and he was fussy and I was sick and all my friends were going to Australia and Mexico and Hawaii and I was home with a baby feeling like crap and tired and all. (I like run-on sentences to express my anguish).

But then today has been great, so I'll write about it instead. Last night Timmy slept for a 7 hour stretch, then almost 3 more and has been the happy baby we know and love. We decided it was a good day to take him to the other farmer's market. I was happy because on the way there, we stopped at Urth Cafe for coffee ... this totally doesn't violate my Lent resolution because it's not Starbucks or Coffee Bean).

We usually go to the smaller Farmer's Market on Arizona Avenue near the third street promenade, made famous when Old Man Weller crashed his car into it. That one is on Saturday Mornings, and is great for picking up delicious fruit, veggies, nuts and flowers, but you can't really hang out there.

Anyway, this Main Street Farmer's Market is awesome...much more of a place to hang out and enjoy the scene. In addition to the fruit and vegetable stands, there are omelette bars, crepe and pancake stands, and places to get fresh OJ, lemonade, corn on the cob, and tons more.









Families congregate in the center lawn, picnicing and catching up with friends.




Sometimes there are little pony rides for kids, but today there was a petting zoo.






There is a band every week, so there are always little kids dancing in front of them like groupies.



Today we also saw a clown (?) making balloon animals.



Apparently, the earlier, pre-nap crowd also features something for the adults. This morning, we saw Damian Lewis (I had no idea who this was, but PJO was super excited about it because he was in Band of Brothers). Then Helen Hunt strolled by with her daughter, and she was just as pretty in person as on the big screen.

Then we ate breakfast next to, and had a conversation with Dermot Mulroney and his family. I have kind of thought he was dreamy ever since My Best Friend's Wedding. He wasn't exactly hot in person, but he had that cool vibe that you just can't fake. And he was very nice. His son told us that Tim was a good name because it fits a little boy and a grown man (thanks, I thought so too!).

Timmy was great the whole time, and he ate when we got home, then needed an outfit change. Of course it was only then that I realized I had the perfect onesie for him to wear today:



Maybe next time...