|Cy and Jackson at the Kenwood place|
Yes, I really should take a dip. Just before school started we rented a house with a pool in Kenwood, Sonoma. The first day I did nothing but succumb to the literary lure of - Wedding bells for Jen! Should you mix studs with sparkle!? Peplums: waist chubber or hip thinner? Second day, OD-ed on magazines, I hauled my nethers off the slatted chaise (clear the way, Mamas going a'swimmin') and blopped into the pool.
Instantly you're a kid again; dolphin diving and doing the porpoise twirl. Must take that dip more often.
|Jackson "surfing" in the pool|
|Tallulah and Cy on the deck|
|Belaxing at the Kenwood place (clearly I've been overdoing the fake-tanning wipes)|
|Nearby Glen Ellen|
|Eating ribs for dinner in the rental house with friends|
|Cy and Tallulah|
|Kevin and Teddy|
I wanted to tell you that friends and family of Helena's were incredibly touched by your comments on my previous post. One reader emailed me: "How does a husband go on after that?" Helena's husband, Phil, an industrial designer, wants to be at home with his two young children for a while. He still needs to support his family though. One of his ventures is making metal birds. To put the word out, he's doing a bit of a Banksy and hammering six birds a week onto random fences, poles and trees around Auckland, NZ. So keep an eye out for Phil's sweet tweets.
|A covert sighting of Phil hammering in one of his birds|
A Banksy or a Birdsy or just taking a dip...did you do anything kiddy or quirky this weekend?