Napshot

Paint me baby, one more time.

So the house was Navajo White. With Aqua trim and taupe windows.

Then I painted it charcoal. Lovely:

John didn't like the dark charcoal. Sad face emoticon.

So I picked green, Saguaro to be exact:

My absolute favorite. Loved everything about it.

John didn't love that it makes the trees disappear. I have big plans to plant aloe in front of the window and it looks so blah now.

After a week of looking at the green, he wanted a gray. A lighter gray than the first. So I sighed heavily and went in search for a gray. John wanted a blue gray and I wanted a beige gray. Let the color arguements commence!

Luckily for me, John saw a "mushroom" colored house and loved it. By mushroom, he meant beige gray. So we tried Warm Stone:

Courtney FTW,...almost. 

Now the foliage doesn't disappear, I get to keep the aqua and John is happy the house isn't dark gray.
 I just need to keep him from looking at any other house. Ever.

Big Trouble in Little Tokyo

The fellas and I were in search for a birthday gift for Madie, everybody's favorite cousin! Since she's a big fan of art and Japan flavored stuff, we took the train to Little Tokyo to shop.

The boys planned out our route at the station:

We shopped and shopped, and found a cool bag for Madie that zips into a little pouch. Then we filled it with cute little somethings; including a sponge shaped like a cat, a set of glitter chop sticks and a bunch of chocolates and candy.

All that shopping made us hungry, so we walked over to a little sushi place, The Frying Fish. When we all walked in, we discovered it was a tiny sushi bar whereupon the sushi circled the bar/island on a conveyor belt. Hartwell screamed, "Mom! That's a conveyor belt!"

Hartwell was so excited to be able to just grab food off the belt and eat it. He ate mackerel. And tuna sashimi. Bee ate 2 plates of edamame, one of which was grabbed when I wasn't looking. The sushi chef even did  magic tricks for them!  I really should have been paying more attention to the plate prices. It turned into a $50 lunch...of joy!

Here we are dancing on the mirrored ceiling:

On the way home we stopped for a snack. I wanted cupcakes, but Hartwell wanted to go to the coffee shop we usually stop at when dad is with us. So they had water and a brownie. And I had a giant latte full of espresso.

Today Hartwell told me when he grows up he wants to be a sushi chef...and work at The Frying Fish.