While I was battling the plague all weekend, my wife took the boys to LA’s Skirball Center for Lego Day. They saw professional Lego displays and got to build their own creations (each built a spaceship, of course) and they even got their own minifigs.
It sucks being sick.
The woman who organizes and leads children’s activities at the sports club we go to informed us she’s leaving. We’re sad to see her go because she’s great and the boys love her.
She gave me her business card, which I assumed meant she’d like to see the boys again, maybe babysit or have them come to wherever her new job is. When I got home, I entered the web address on her business card.
Acting resume and headshots.
When I posted a collage of images showing us with the boys at the Whiskey, I said I’d explain later. We were there to see our friends’ daughter perform with her band as part of a band camp graduation-type thing. And she killed it.
The other thing that happened was Wyatt totally spazzed out. Not in a bad way, but he clearly enjoyed the show and the club. He kept dancing, climbing, grabbing the hands of strangers and dancing more (gotta quell that fast).
So… I guess Wyatt’s drawn to club gigs… Oh, dear.
If you’re in town for just a few days, I think the pier and one of the studios might be enough. Depending on where you’re staying, getting to and exploring the pier can be a full day. And (LegoLand isn’t exactly close by.) For an inexpensive, yet entertaining activity, you should check out Hollywood Blvd. It’s a freakshow.
And good luck with the CTFD stuff. Let me know if you figure it out. I’m still trying.
We went to a birthday party at the Natural History Museum. Who knew that was a thing?
We went to the Beverly Hills Police Department’s community day/pancake breakfast thing. The boys seriously didn’t care about the SWAT vehicle or the gun display or anything like that. No, they just wanted their face painted — Boone got a robot face and Wyatt requested “golden Batman.” (Though, they did enjoy the self-defense booth, where they got to punch and kick with an instructor.)
Afterward, we hit the Beverly Hills farmer’s market and did the petting zoo, which was absolute chaos. It got particularly exciting when one of the chickens made a break for it.
Another installment of our semi-regular adventures exploring the alleys of Beverly Hills.