My computer is updating to the server so I have a moment to think about a very specific email that just came in. The subject line reads: "football and $10 pizza score big"

I mean seriously, WTH. Baseball is still in season. Actually, football in our house was serious business. Dad is a dedicated but on-the-down-low Steelers fan. Mom was the showy Seahawks fan. She had the shirts, the earrings. However, Dad had the remote.

All day Sunday and Monday night I knew where I could find my parents. Dad would be camped out in the lazyboy. Mom would be at the sewing machine. Usually football games meant peace in our house. I was never really interested in the game, but I was always amused by how my parents would react to calls. More importantly, if you needed one of them to intercede between my brother or sister, that was the time to get a quick answer.

The best time to ask the life altering questions is when the football is close to the end zone. And, if I didn't get the answer I was looking for, I would ask why once the game was back from commercials.

I figured out quickly not to ask anything during commercials because it was like the telekinetic hold was released during this time.

I can't but to want to have days like this, but I have a lot of peace already at the house. And, if the Rangers can knock the Yankees out of the game...there would be even MORE peace!

Drafted on my iPhone.

4 a.m.

I don't understand. During the week I have to wake her up at 7 ish for school. If I didn't wake her up, maybe she would sleep until 8.

Why is it that she wakes up at 4 ( oh my God it is too early to be up please let me go back to sleep) a.m.?

When she wakes up this early that puts naptime at 10. Church starts at 10. Plus Sunday school starts today at 9. Her not keeping to her schedule leaves us in this lurch.

Who was it that told me kids have a snooze button? Dad?!?!

I have a "when I was a kid" story! When the three of us woke up on Saturday, I distinctly remember keeping ourselves busy without waking up the parents. Like the time I opened up a bag of something with the steal knife? Maybe that story isn't the one to share because I ended up in the ER having slit my hand between my thumb and index finger.

Or, what about the time I was 7 and the three of us headed out the door with car keys.

Or, the time we found the roses make out of frosting that my parents slaves over? Although our tongues were red and dry from all that sugar... We had no idea who ate so many.

Drafted on my iPhone.

Love Thy Neighbor

Today is World Communion Sunday, and throughout the whole wide world a bunch of neighbors got together today broke some bread and drank some wine. It was fun.  It was fun to watch Iolani sing her song.

Okay, the cuteness aside, the sermon today got me thinking about things happening in the neighborhood. As many of us know, we are a rather chatty crew.  But, something's got to give.  In one week, the collective "we" have shown the absolute best and worst attributes of being a good neighbor.

In a couple of days we went from lobbing flaming arrows to sitting around in a cyber circle mediating for Ed's safe return.  No doubt about it, we are a very emotional crew.  But, how weird is it that we can be so mean to one another online?  And, even worse, how weird is it that we are essentially putting together a high school slam book, for the whole world to see?

I love reading BlogDowntown and you should too.  Our neighbors need to come out of hiding, come out of the closet, and be who you are.  More importantly, I feel it is time to end the anonymous commenting.  The anonymous postings on BlogDowntown have done nothing to deepen any of the stories.

For those who want to remain private and share their juicy tidbits, it is possible to contact Eric, or any of the BlogDowntown writers to offer tips.  While I can't speak for any of the BlogDowntown writers, I know enough of them and their honest and reputable character to know and trust their discretion.  I mean honestly - I would trust them to babysit Iolani for at least an hour.  ;-)

I want to "love thy neighbor" - I really do.  If only they'd stop hiding behind the "guest #4" nameplate....

So you want to eat?

The Brideau's are busy people and we like to eat out.  I've been meaning to take a few moments to share with you my 5 favorite places to eat, when Iolani is part of our table's party. 

Late evening work nights: THIS Denny's. Yes, I know it is known as the "Jail Dennys" because of it's proximity to Twin Towers.  Here's why it is such a great place: the evenings, it is usually dead. Maria, our usual waitress is simply the best.  The changing table is clean AND there's usually the changing pad liners.  When you think of Denny's, you don't typically think of a fully stocked changing table...

Just home from work nights: This Wolfgang Pucks. First things first: the servers from top to bottom are awesome, and are great with our daughter. The see through kitchen keeps Iolani distracted.  And, she can eat everything on the menu.  A testament to the staff's know how: Iolani barfed one evening on her way out the door, and like magic - a mop appeared so no one saw a thing.  Better service than what the White House gives President Obama!

Friends-with-kids in town: El Cholo has a great children's menu, big bathrooms, and that back patio is awesome.  It's walkable from the Blue Line's Pico stop, and it's a much cheaper alternative to the latin cuisine at LA Live.

After Church: LA Market at LA Live is a great place to eat, however no one on staff that we've talked to has every had the same answer twice in regards to when breakfast service ends.  And, who ends breakfast so early on a Sunday. This place would be over the top awesome if Sunday Brunch lasted until 3 or 4 or something.  I mean, come-on (!!!) It is LA, and Sunday's are meant for relaxing, egg benedict at 2 p.m. and just one more (please) mimosa for Mommy and Daddy?!?!

Nice evening dinner-with child(ren) in tow: Hands down, without any hesitation, Roy's. #1, make a reservation. #2, refer to the number of children in your party. #3, bring an appetite.  Our last trip to Roy's included Lola and Lolo (aka - the grandparents).  From the moment we walked in the door, we were greeted and felt so welcomed.  Our stroller was set aside in a safe place, and Iolani got the opportunity to take an item from the treasure chest.  The treasure chest had a bunch of different toys for different age groups.  While I tend to bring markers with us on meals, they had a new toy for her.  This kept her occupied long enough to avoid any kind of meltdown.

Once we ordered food, Iolani's food came out quickly and first. Which is great on multiple levels: as a kid she's a slow eater, she was hungry, and she was ready for a new distraction.  The waitstaff was all about making Iolani's evening awesome, which left her in a good mood, the parents in a good mood, and Lola and Lolo thought we were amazing parents because our child was so well behaved at such a nice restaurant.   Added bonus: ice cream was included with her dinner.

A couple of things to keep in mind: We do eat out on a regular basis, so Iolani is used to walking into a restaurant and knowing that we sit (not stand, bounce or scream) in a booth. We will go out for dinner if she's in a good mood. If she's in a pissy mood, we stay in and order in either Pizza, Daily Grill, or Maria's. Alex and I are fairly patient when it comes to Iolani turning things over at the table. Yes, she will move the salt shaker, attempt to singe her hair with the candle, but she's not running around the restaurant. And, most importantly - there's just one of her. Having grown up as one of three and sometimes four children - I know that when there's more than one child involved it is a totally different story.  But - hopefully - some insight into Downtown LA dining with a child in tow. 

From the iPhone

I realize that since twitter and Facebook, I blog a lot less. I realized why: I am more likely to have my phone on me than my computer. So, when I found the iPhone app that let's me post from my phone... I now have high hopes that GH&T will have some sort of rebirth.

Drafted on my iPhone.