our august.

We've been...

camping

show-going

wedding hopping 

and showering beautiful brides!

August has been a 

RUSH.

Dashing and Smart:

Philip has jumped head first into law school. He works a lot and he will continue to do so for the next 3 years. He's learning so much and I am embarrassingly proud. I can almost see his brain growing before my eyes. He commutes into the city everyday on bart and as a result has really gotten into podcasts (know any good ones?)

 

Music and Little Ones:

I'm nannying the cutest dumpling toddler boy during the week. We play at the park, build block towers, and work on sounds and words. He's my little charge. In the evenings I'm teaching voice lessons and on Saturdays I'm teaching Kindermusik! 

Anytime we have to come up for air we plan little activities like baseball training (I'm learning to hit the ball) and hot tub hangouts with friends. 

August has been good to us... Well, all but those putridly hot past few days. (We're talking 107* people!) I thought I might die.

parental units.

Dan+Terri

my parents were awesome... in fact they still are

How hip and cool is 

this blog

?!

{The premise: submit picture of your 

parents during their glory days.}

found via my most favorite wedding blog: Snippet&Ink.

Pretty please share with me what made your parents cool pre-parenthood!

phil's first day.

Camille, Phil, Val.

See that kid in the middle with the socks-vans combo?

Yes, he is very adorable...

...and he just headed off on BART for his first day of law school at 

Golden Gate University.

(Actually, it's just orientation this week. But STILL! We're here! Law School!)

And the wife has vicarious first day jitters.

peanuts and cracker jacks: an education.

See Phil pitch.

I've said it before... Phil bleeds orange, Phil bleeds black. He is a Giant's fan through and through.

If the Giant's have a good day Phil is light on his feet. He has a special kind of smile and a twinkle in his eyes (like the kind of sparkle they put on claymation's eyes in Christmas movies).

If the Giant's have a less than fantastical game... it's another story. The word that comes to mind is downtrodden. I wonder to myself, do these ball players know the power they hold over my husband's disposition and subsequently the spirit of our home?! (Hi. I'm dramatic. Nice to meet you.)

Baseball for Philip means AT&T Park, fouls, strikes, home runs, and pure unadulterated hatred for the Dodgers. Baseball for me means FOOD. This summer I have been getting an education in both. I am actually getting it! (hooray!) As I fill my belly with garlic fries, hot dogs, and chowder... I am somehow soaking up "the game."

I wash it all down with a sundae or some cotton candy.

Yum

deliciously informative.

{It also helps to have such a cute tutor.}