Tag: Washington D.C.

out: walter pierce park playground

November 20, 2010

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out: walter pierce park playground, washington, dc
halloween in mount pleasant

October 31, 2010

our neighborhood takes halloween very seriously.

kids flock in from all around the city. streets are shut down to make room for the hordes. there is even a certifiable street-to-street rivalry to see who’s going to throw the biggest block party.

sparklet spent her first real Halloween — last year didn’t count for obvious reasons — over on hobart street where every house was open for trick-or-treaters, at least one in every three houses was decorated, and one house even had a fully scripted halloween performance (“haunted hobart street has talent!”) with scheduled showings at 7 and 9pm.

unfortunately, sparklet’s wasn’t doing so well.

it’s officially 7 to 10 days after her first year vaccinations, which is when all the nasty side effects are supposed to kick in — and boy are they kicking in. she made a good run at trick or treating, but just didn’t make it very far before the crankiness consumed her.

she did, however, get her first real lick of candy — eg. not through a wrapper or cardboard box — a cherry dum-dum lollipop which mommy dutifully unwrapped for her.

she made it through three of four licks before she took it out of her mouth … by the wrong end … got her hands all sticky … got the lollipop stuck to her hands … and spent 30 seconds trying to toss it on the ground, to absolutely no avail.

priceless.
photos: halloween

October 31, 2010

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photos: halloween with the talimos, mt. pleasant, washington, dc
picasa: photos from the talimos
out: playdate at walter pierce park

October 24, 2010
the pizza garden

October 18, 2010

our nanny share nanny doesn’t speak english. the lady sparkler and i haven’t spoken Spanish since high school.

if that’s not a recipe for a laugh-track worth sit-com, i’m not sure what is.

about six weeks ago, our nanny started saying how much sparklet loves running around “the pixa” — “the pesca” we ask?

“no, the pixa” she she replies. “pixa! pixa!”

“oh, of course — the ‘pixa!’” we finally replied, without an ounce of comprehension. “boy, does she love that!”

over the next six weeks, we proceeded to ask every native Spanish speaker we’ve ever known what “pixa” meant en Español.

not a clue.

i Google translated about a dozen different spellings — pisca, pixa, pitsa, pesca, pixza.

nothing.

we finally decided that she meant either “pesca” which is Spanish for “fishing” or PISCA which is the Paranormal Investigation Society of Central Alabama.

we were pretty confused about where they could possibly go fishing in northwest D.C., much less the intricacies of travel to Central Alabama, so we gave up and called it a day.

fast forward to yesterday, when our beloved nanny share partners came to the zoo for sparklet’s birthday, and they said:

hey, have you guys been over to the pizza garden yet? it’s a giant pizza that the kids can climb all over. maria says that they really love it.

pizza. pixa. pizza = pixa.

(cue laugh track.)

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the pizza garden, national zoo, washington, dc
out: turtle park

October 9, 2010

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out: turtle park, washington, dc
found: the truth

October 9, 2010

“if you lived here you’d be home by now, but you still couldn’t vote.” mural on 18th street in adams-morgan, washington, dc.
out: walter pierce park

October 8, 2010

the austin spindlers (auntie nadine, uncle nadav) have flown in from Tejas for the long weekend. friendly faces, more hands — awesome.

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out: walter pierce park
national zoo

October 3, 2010

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national zoo, washington, dc
hank’s oyster bar

October 2, 2010

photo of the week // week fifty-one

it wasn’t ten minutes into our dinner tonight at hank’s oyster bar that i noticed — sparklet was tonight’s reminder to all the couples in the room to use birth control.

we’re pretty sure she’s getting sick (head cold), she’s teething out of her skull (we’re up to 8 teeth now, at least that we can see), she’s not sleeping (see first two) and now that she’s walking regularly, she’s just not finding the sweet confines of a high chair quite as alluring.

i did the first (of what i’m sure will be many) evacuation of a restaurant so others could eat in peace — which is more than fine, as i’m always the first one done eating.

we decided to play in traffic (and with strange dogs) instead.

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hank’s oyster bar, washington, dc