Some big pink shoes

For those of you who know me, this will only come as half a surprise. I sit here today wondering not how I have a daughter who wears a size 9 shoe at 2 years and 7 months old (I have huge feet of my own), not how I have a daughter who likes athletic shoes (a bit obsessed with sneakers, I admit), but how it is that we have 5 pairs of shoes that fit her right now, and they are all pink, by her own choice. The Puma ones also light up and flash once when she steps. I might never get over this. The leopard ones are house slippers. I guess it suits her, and they make her very happy.

Failed Attempts

Okay so on our last two days before going back to work from winter break (two weeks for Mars, and one week for me) we had two goals. One nice sushi dinner out, and a bike ride with the bike trailer and the girls.

Last Night: we decide to try a new sushi restaurant Sushi-ya Matsu
http://www.yelp.com/biz/sushi-ya-matsu-manhattan-beach
which is near our house and we had been hearing great things about. We were going to go early so we could still get the girls in bed by 7:30 or 8pm at the latest. We had honestly heard things like "this guy used to be the in-house caterer for Japan Airlines and is a secret hidden jem in the South Bay" and "tons of people have followed the chef/owner from restaurant to restaurant because he is so good, and this is just his new place" We went, piled the girls in the car, had dinner. Just so you know I am not a sushi snob or anything. I like most places, and totally do not consider myself an expert. It was horrible and expensive. Not fresh, they microwaved the shirmp tempura for one of the rolls, they were going to charge us .50 cents for the top to the cup for Jane. The tuna for the tuna sushi was obviously frozen (recently). And people kept coming in the door while we were there and "the chef/ owner guy" would know them and be like "your usual". We left, $45 dollars later, and had no idea why any of them come back. At that point I was so disappointed that I had to go get frozen yoghurt before we went home, which ment we didn't get back until after 8pm, and Jane didn't get to bed until nearly 9pm.

Today: we went for an 11am bike ride which we have just returned from. Jane screamed "I WANT TO GET OUT" and sobbed for the entire time. Like 40 minutes later when we had only made it to the pier and back (about 30 short blocks for those of you not familiar with Manhattan Beach) and I was so pissed off at Jane, I just shoved her back in the car, drove home and put her down for a nap.

I swear we had a great break, but the two last things I really wanted to do, officially sucked. I am going to Macy's now to try and get a new shirt to wear tomorrow with a gift certificate I was given. Let it go, is what I keep telling myself.