San Francisco Three Ways

San Francisco has been my family’s home for five generations.  My great grandparents lived through the 1906 7.8 earthquake and I rock and rolled with the 1989 7.1 earthquake during the World Series.  Today I do San Francisco three different ways.

1.  With Pam

SF with Pam means going to see a Broadway show.  Many shows that end up on Broadway are produced in San Francisco and if they’re good enough make it to the Great White Way. 

My first time over the newly completed Bay Bridge.  It’s weird and great!

My parents have season tickets and usually go together, but my dad had to bail at the last second and I got his amazing ticket.  The good thing about going to shows with a seasoned theater patron is that a) she doesn’t see crap and b) she won’t go unless the seats are great.  The musical we saw was the Carole King musical “Beautiful.”

Review:  Imagine growing up in the Greenbaum household.  When mom is going dishes she is listening either to musicals OR to her favorite 1960’s bands: Aretha Franklin, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Johnny Cash and Carole King.  We all know every word to Carole King’s Tapestry by osmosis.  It was part of the soundtrack of my childhood. 

Now put Carole King and Broadway together.

It was so good I almost cried.  Unbeknownst to me because I knew the music and not the history, Carole King was one of the most prolific song writers of the time.  Before she did her singer/songwriter act we for which she is most famous, she wrote about half of all the Motown songs you know with her jerky husband Gerry Goffin and their other writing partners.  One Fine Day, Some Kind of Wonderful, Up on the Roof, Locomotion, I’m into Something Good – all written by Carole King.  Not to mention all the songs on Tapestry, many of which were made popular by Motown groups long before she sang them soulfully. 

Halfway through my mom turns to me and asks, “Do you know this song?”  “Yes, mother.  I know every word to every song and I am doing everything in my power to control myself from singing and dancing.”  Ugh, it was so so good!  Now you must go listen to her.  Here:

 

2.  With Jim

San Francisco with Jim means looking for 1960’s history and going to Golden Gate Park or another family friendly activity.  We went to the fantastic playground in the middle of the park on the most beautiful day I’ve ever seen in San Francisco.  80 degrees and no wind.  Glorious.

In the park we found Jim’s alternative lifestyle option:  hippies living out of their VW van.

We went to Stow Lake to paddle around.  Mimi is showing you where it is.  Go there with little kids, it’s fun.

Jim sprung for the motorized boat which subsequently quit working.  Jude had to peddle us around.

3.  With My Man

Hush has been to SF a few times, but only once with me.  My children were with Houdini and at Celia’s house so we had the day to ourselves.  I’m slowly introducing him to my favorite haunts.  We started in Chinatown and then headed over to the DeYoung museum.  On our way there we happened upon the Full House House.  I thought I was the biggest Full House fan in the world until I met my match in Hush.  He unabashedly refers to episodes of the best show ever and even knows their stupid neighbor Kimmy’s last name.  Gibbler. 

Oh, I forgot to mention.  Hush and I went on a quick honeymoon to Park City and while we were there I turned on the TV and guess who was on.  Uncle Jesse.  Not just Uncle Jesse, but it was the Uncle Jesse and the Rippers episode where Jesse fails at learning to dance.  It was like God telling me that he wants me to have everything in the world:  Hush AND Uncle Jesse.  I don’t have to choose.  Jesse comes along on our trips.  Full House follows me and I love it.

Have Mercy.

Next a quick hike through Golden Gate Park during which I recounted memories of field trips there in my youth and my memorable 13th birthday party at the Laserium watching the Pink Floyd laser show.  We were made for each other. 

Then the DeYoung.  I love this museum and it was fun to get recharged creatively together with my sweet husband.  Every creative idea I have he supports and encourages, it’s my particular kind of heaven.

We were especially taken with an installation called Anti-Mass by Cornelia Parker.  It’s the charcoal remains of a Baptist Chapel burned by arsons. 

San Francisco is an inspiring city burgeoning with culture that I didn’t know I missed.  Shows, Chinatown, Stow Lake, curious art installations all provoke me into wanting to contribute to the culture of the world.  The blog suffices for now, but I think this marriage will yield more creativity than I’d even hoped.

The Mothership

I returned to the Mothership last week for a visit.  Apparently Utah has some bizarre vacation in the middle of October – Fall Break they call it or UEA.  I asked Hush about it and he told me it is scheduled to coincide with Huntin’ season.  What the what?  School is closed for HUNTING?  You gotta be kidding me.  I hereby request school also be closed for I Feel Like Going to Hawaii Week and TV Show Finale Week, AND on Shakespeare’s birthday since we’re making up holidays.

Anyway, home again home again jiggity jig.  I love visiting Dville.  More than I love visiting Dville, I love staying with my parents.  Why do people bitch and moan about living with their parents?  It’s paradise there!  Upon arrival I am fed warm chocolate chip cookies and my children are lifted into warm beds.  The kids wake up my parents instead of me in the morning, and then hit them up for breakfast and games games games.  It’s positively blissful!  No place is quite the vacation as going to the Mothership.  Food and service is love there (and nobody hugs me! Yay!)  Who among you does not revert into near teenage mode when staying with your mother? 

Games with Grandma Pam, the best grandma ever.  They played average 2 hours of games with her every day.

The other day Hush polled the children about what I like to to do for fun.  Jude said earnestly, “Clean up after us” and Mimi said, “Buy us things and make us food.”

Hush brightened and said, “Great!  Tonight YOU guys will do all the fun things and we will lay on the couch.”  It was an epic scene of shock and complaints, but it resulted in a mopped kitchen floor. 

Sadly, my mother is not so lucky.  I show up and pretty much expect exactly what Jude and Mimi expect: feed me and take care of my responsibilities, please!  But I do bring her grandchildren who adore her, so I’ll just keep telling myself it’s payment in children rendered.

Have I mentioned recently how grateful I am to have a huge family?  I miss them all and am so grateful for everything my family has taught me about parenting.  What extraordinary examples of capable efficient child rearing I have at the touch of a send button.  As much as I am out here in the wilderness with my fledgling little family I know my coven is fighting the good fight every night at chaotic dinner times with their families. 

But not me last week.  I was on a dreamy vacation from cooking, cleaning and tending.  Thanks parents and sisters who took my kids!  Ready to get back in the saddle once more.

Bonneville Salt Flats are indeed made of salt.  We licked them.

Mimi and Teddy (nearly 2). Phil’s kid.  Phil photobomb.  We went early for Max’s farewell.  Celia’s eldest went on a mission to Tallahassee for two years.  It was quite the event for Celia.

At the farewell all the primary kids were asked to come sing “I hope they call me on a mission.”  All of our kids went up there too, even though they didn’t know the song.  Who cares?  Go up there and mouth it.

 

Another event, another set of coordinating outfits.  Except Mimi because we were surprise guests and didn’t get the memo.

Cousin gang

The great thing about having me for an auntie is that I’ll dye your hair any color you want, with or without permission.  This time there was permission granted.

But not from Jim.  I reached over to where he was sitting on the couch and smeared some blue on his silvery mane.

Phil acrobatics

Reading with Grandpa Jim

Mimi’s first hair dye experience. 

The cousins line up to get food at Grandmas.  Adults need warm food kids don’t.

Snuggling my boys

Elder Max, the man of the week.  Mimi 6, Jude 5, Silas 3 1/2

They seem to be outgrowing their grandma chair.  Left is 10/2013, Right is 7/2011

Mimi doing her best Katy Perry makeup.

Jude’s reaction to Mimi’s makeup.

Fall Fabulousness in Fotos

A photo history of our last month of fabulousness.

1. Of all the things that make me happy about Hush moving in with us this is Numero Uno.  How many husbands own t-shirts that say “Feminism is the radical notion that women are people”?  Good dude.

2.  Post wedding haircuts, with intentional tough faces.

3. Strangers kept coming up to us this day at the mall saying that we looked like a rad little family.  Finally I asked one of them to take our picture.  I hate doing that, but I was emboldened by their compliments.

4.  Oktober Fest at Snowbird was pretty fun!  Lots of rides for the kids, but MAN it was unbelievably expensive!  Also, see that white stuff?  Apparently it is called “snow” and I think it might be poisonous.

5. Silas and Hush love each other.  They have a sweet relationship. 

5.  Jude can skate all of the sudden.  He has a low center of gravity and took to skateboarding naturally on Hush’s board.  Jude’s pretty frustrated that he can’t kick flip yet and doesn’t understand that five year olds can’t usually kick flip.

6.  These are my lady friends!  It’s so refreshing to have found an amazing crowd of SMART well educated women right on my block!  Rebekah started a book club and we are digging in.  It’s great to have a reading goal for a change, rather than just playing on my phone.  How refreshing to be around capable mothers like my friends in Dville.  I may have just found my crowd.  Thank you Super Exclusive Book Club!  So grateful to be included!  (I wore pretend glasses on our first day so that they would think I’m smart.)

7.  The Zipline.  Hush’s first order of business as Step-dad par excellance was to erect a killer zipline in the backyard.  He designed it so it was high and fast, but so that the little kids would be unable to use it without adult supervision.  And YES it is adult-weight bearing, so come over and go for a ride.  But if you ride it I may make you wear the cheetah suit.

8. I had all those linens from the wedding so I cobbled them into a new duvet cover.  I can sew a straight line, kinda.  Easy way to impress your husband with your provident housewifing.  First I did the dance of the seven veils.  Just kidding.  Kinda.  (PS, I have a secret obsession with Mata Hari.  Did you know that she was eventually executed by firing squad as a spy in the first world war?  I can’t read enough about her.)

9.  Hush in Stereo.  When Hush moved in he promptly relocated my picture of Jesus (to a more prominent position) and replaced it with a portrait of himself, done by a friend.  It’s a pretty good likeness and I think it gives you a fairly accurate insight to the type of man I married.  I don’t know how or why the picture happened but it makes me smile every time I walk past it.  Why not have your self portrait in your kitchen?  All the presidents do it!

10.  Watching the Conference.  We went four for four, with bingo and notes.  Not a bad way to start out a family, eh?  My pick of the seshes was Dieter Uchtdorf’s talk on Saturday afternoon.  I love that he volunteered that mistakes are made and that people have doubts that the church is not for them.  Brilliant religion, “To those who have separated themselves from the church I say to you come back . . . we need your unique talents and perspectives. . . if you’re tempted to give up, stay yet a little longer.”  Thanks, Dieter, for making those of us who struggle want to continue that struggle every day.

11.  And as a special reward, Hush magically magicked all the crap out of the way in the garage!  It was glorious.  Come see the beauty that is my garage. 

12.  Our new SLC cousins came to stay for a night. We adore them.  They’re four beautiful little girls who are well behaved and easy to be around.  As soon as I met these kids I knew that this was a family who had their acts together.  I think you can tell so much about a family by their children (especially by whether or not they get their hair done, that’s a giveaway).  These girls are kids I would want my children to hang out with when they’re teenagers, they’re well loved and raised right.

13.  Auntie Camille has been in town frequently and goes on adventures with us from time to time.  We went down to the BYU Homecoming Foam Party last week, with disastrous results.  We walked up to the front table and they took one look at me and said, “BYU students only.”  Camille looked at me strangely and asked “How do they know you’re not a student?  Oh yeah, you have pink hair.”  Not only that, but children were forbidden. 

We tried to hit some BYU students up for their wristbands as they were leaving but they responded, “No, I don’t think we’re supposed to do that.”  Oh yeah, you’re BYU students.  No rule is too small to follow, even to the unhappiness of small children.  So we made a Paige plan.  We went to the exit area where there was only one guard.  Camille started shrieking “We lost a kid!  One of our kids went in there” and then we all made a break for it.  My kids were sobbing at me saying “We’re all right here, Mama!  We aren’t allowed in there!”  Totally blowing our story.  We ran around for less than 30 seconds before we were screamed at and thrown out. 

It’s little things like this that make me absolutely LOATHE BYU.  I know, I know, you don’t like the rules don’t go there, but c’mon.  Moderation in all things.  Good people don’t need rules, they do the right thing and use good judgment because they’re good people.  So why create a student body terrified of the watchdog Red-Scare type environment?  You can literally be turned in by your own neighbors for minor rule infractions.  BYU makes me scared of Mormons.  Good education, horrible way to live.  I wonder if there is a Gospel message somewhere in there.  Oooh, subversive.

14.  Breaking Bad is over.  Boo.  I do think it jumped the shark with the great train heist, but still.  Good show.  I saw this newspaper article about the main character and it reminded me of Houdini. 

 

15.  Camille wanted to know about Doctor Who so I gave her a quick lesson.  The kids came in while we were watching the Weeping Angels episode (don’t blink!).  They are now obsessed with statues of angels and turning into statues and all things thereto related.  It’s been hilarious.  Suprisingly, I think Doctor Who is a good family show, though the production level is wanting.  It’s clean and it opens up time-travel discussions, things my kids have never thought about before.  We want a Tardis.

 

16.  Oh, my sweet husband.  Someone asked us what shows we watch because “Couples watch TV at night.”  Yeah, not us.  Last week we wrote some songs, filmed ourselves dancing in the kitchen, and attempted a synchronized conversation.  What’s that?  I’ll show you later.  The kids go to bed at 7:30 and then the crazy time begins.  I married my best friend.