Royal Wedding

Prince William and Kate Middleton tied the knot. This means… time to celebrate.

So, we had a Royal Wedding Party of our own.

My friend Laura can throw one heck of a party!

I wouldn’t even begin to know how to put together a table setting for 25…. Much less think of a tablescape.

Mama Jen with Baby girl #3 making her debut very soon….

Each guest got their own diamond wedding ring!

Cheers!

FacebookTwitterGoogle+EmailShare

Wine Tour Continuation

Once upon a time, there was an incredibly growing gal. She watered her little baby, and let the rain shine… and each and every day the growing gal grew. And so it is with me… lil’ bigger every day.

Not sure what’s going on with my internal brain- I need to Baby Whisper myself. Sunday I went to bed at 3:00 am. Monday I woke up at 3:45 am, and never did go back to sleep. This morning I woke up at 4:55 am and was out walking by 5:28 am. Hoping tonight I can make it to 6:45 am- with the now typical middle-of-the night tinkle.

More photos…  Bear with me- I am putting them all-out-dere so I can have ‘em when the blog gets printed (annually).

We’re starting back in San Fran- hope you aren’t car sick yet.

This reminds me of the Chevy Chase ‘Vacation’ scene… “Look kids, there’s the Eiffel Tower.”

Those of us that are children of the 80’s should recognize the yellow Victorian house in the middle.
Think John Stamos (Uncle Jesse), Ashley and Mary Kate Olson (Michelle) and Candace Cameron (DJ). Did you guess it?

Look kids…. it’s the Golden Gate.

Again.

13 weeks down, 27 to go. But whose counting?

Okay, so this was a fantastic neighborhood restaurant tucked away in Nob Hill. I had to take a photo so I wouldn’t forget it- Venticello.  Got it Stacy? It was all locals inside, an intimate setting with maybe 10 tables total. They surprised us with homemade, complimentary Creme Broule for dessert since we were there on our actual anniversary, April 21.  You can also find them on Open Table., which I used to book all dinner reservations.

Another good one, while I don’t have any photos, is Dry Creek Kitchen in Healdsburg, CA- which is Northern Sonoma County. It looked kinda of snazzy and we weren’t expecting much- only because by this time we had been eating out for days– but we were pleasently surprised by their authentic dishes with enough flavor to make us literally eat and say “oh wow” with each bite. Just like the hair shampoo commercials.

Salsilito:

The hubster thought this neighborhood upon water was so cool. I think in his next life he wants to live on a houseboat. So long as he can take his iPad.

Since I am still wearing my fanny pack, holding a large paddle in the air in my tour guide mode– Follow me to our next stop which is… Madrona Manor.

The entire trip started when we found this B&B on Travel and Leisure website and one of the most romantic hotels. Barring no tv, it was. Think iPad and Little Fockers- great way for Mr. R to let the wine buzz wear off at night.

That’s our room on the balcony.

View from our room’s terrace.

Hop Kiln Winery– our first vineyard stop. I mean… Mr. R’s first stop- I was just there to show my support.

I’m not gonna lie- we don’t know the first thing about wines. We’re more of a Crown-and-Coke kinda crowd, so this was quite the educational experience.

Outtake #23– auto timer gone bad.

Auto timer that is working.

Russian River.

Obviously I got a little carried away with the auto timer. But hey, it’s been (how old is our oldest child?) 8 years since we had pictures of us so we were making up for lost tim possibly.

Which brings us to Baby #3….

Apparently I don’t posses the patience I once had as I can not wait until May 25th to find out the sex of the baby. So sweet hub is taking us to the 4D prenatal-experience-thing-a-ma-bob ultrasound on Saturday to find out the sex.. Yay!

14 weeks means I am officially in the second trimester. I asked my OB yesterday if my urine test was still postitive. He looked at me with a puzzled face and said, “Garrett, you are kidding, right? We don’t test your HcG anymore- you are in your second trimester. It starts going down now.”

Who knew?

I suppose at some point during this pregnancy I will stop worrying that I am going to miscarry, again. I thought by 12 weeks some of that fear would dissipate– while it has subsided I now wonder if and when it will disappear completely. Maybe never, and that’s okay. Keeps me that much more grateful to have this little bog-a-boo tucked inside me  thumping away.

“It” was moving all around yesterday- like a little drunk. Hmm, maybe I did sip too much wine afterall. Kidding. Only kidding– MOM.

For the record- both the girls think it’s a boy. In fact, Britton insists on calling that baby Harry- middle name Potter, which is what Mr. R affectionately refers to the baby as — Harry Potter. Sad, huh.

Now– sleep machine is calling to me.

Sonoma and San Fran

Wow.

Holy Toledo.

What a blast we had celebrating our 10 year anniversary this past week. We visited San Francisco, Salsilito and Sonoma in California. It truly felt like a second honeymoon. The girls were safe and sound with their Sassy and Pops, Poochie had a week long slumber party with friends, which left Mr. Robinson and I some time for R&R, California style.

We did the total tourist thing, open tour bus, camera hanging around my neck.. Who cares? San Fran is a bustling, historic city with beautiful buildings, fantastic restaurants hidden amongst the little neighborhoods, and cable cars rolling down hilly streets at every corner.

And shopping- like, the “real”? stores: Coco Chanel (I didn’t even know they had actual stores), Gucci, Williams Sonoma, Tiffany, Lacoste, Louis Vuitton- all sitting around our hotel block which sat on Union Square.

Fishermans Wharf is on a Pier overlooking the Pacific with fried donought holes, the ol’ automatic fortune tellers in glass cases, souveniour stores, and a plethora of seafood restaurants.

We stayed at the historic Westin Saint Francis on Union Sqaure- which was the first building on the square originally.

Had to take a little rest with all the fun…. I love that we had to wear coats, and still were cold… In APRIL.
April!

We made the mistake of getting off at China town- I imagined it differently in my mind. Not the best place to be with a case of morning sickness – the dried blowfish aligning store fronts didn’t help.

Yep, we were that couple that asked strangers to take our photo. It’s the Golden Gate for crying out loud- we had to.

The seals like to hang out on the Pier- fun for  Florida gal to see. Just chillin’

Then we left San Fran, drove over the Golden Gate (below), and headed towards stop #2.

Sonoma………….

With vineyard after vineyard… grape upon grape.

 Many more photos to come… but for now it’ off to bed. We got home at 3:00 am this morning after a two hour delayed flight. We left CA yesterday morning at 8:00 am PST and got home at 3:00 am EST. Wow, it’s a hike getting back to the East Coast… but oh so worth it.

Nighty night.

Easter 2011

Matthew 28

The Resurrection

1 Early on Sunday morning, as the new day was dawning, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went out to visit the tomb.


2 Suddenly there was a great earthquake! For an angel of the Lord came down from heaven, rolled aside the stone, and sat on it. 3 His face shone like lightning, and his clothing was as white as snow. 4 The guards shook with fear when they saw him, and they fell into a dead faint.



5 Then the angel spoke to the women. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I know you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. 6 He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead, just as he said would happen. Come, see where his body was lying. 7 And now, go quickly and tell his disciples that he has risen from the dead, and he is going ahead of you to Galilee. You will see him there. Remember what I have told you.”



8 The women ran quickly from the tomb. They were very frightened but also filled with great joy, and they rushed to give the disciples the angel’s message. 9 And as they went, Jesus met them and greeted them. And they ran to him, grasped his feet, and worshiped him. 10 Then Jesus said to them, “Don’t be afraid! Go tell my brothers to leave for Galilee, and they will see me there.”



10 year Wedding Anniversary

One decade.
10 years.
3, 650 hours.
120 months.
86,400 hours.
April 21, 2001

Happy 10 year wedding anniversary to my husband.

We’ve been through the birth of two oh-so-sweet children, the wedding of both  our children’s grandparents (pretty cool),  the death of my father, job searches, home searches, job changes, home changes, frightening times as a parent, drunken nights and country concerts, disappointments,  and some wild and fun times in between. 

ILY.

Always.