T-Bone is Four Today!

Today is T’s actual birthday, but we celebrated on Sunday. Last year, I fought for our right to party. This year, I just called his two besties three days in advance and had them meet us at Descanso Gardens. We chowed Babycakes gluten-free brownie cake (best. ever.) and then let the boys ride the train until they almost threw up.

That was it, folks. And it was such a great, sun-dappled, mellow day.

I could say all that stuff- I can’t believe how big he is. He’s growing up so fast. Blah blah. And it’s all true. But mostly, his birthday stuns me because I look at him and think how much he survived to get here. I marvel at the resilience of his joyful heart. It’s the honor of my life to witness the miracle that is him in this world.

The PRETTY Book Tour Begins

I visited my book at LAX before embarking on this first leg of the tour, which seemed like a good omen.

Dragged the fam with me and we’re having a fantastic time in NY so far. We’re doing all kinds of touristy stuff, like riding the Circle Line cruise around the island and going bowling at Chelsea Pier. We’re getting soaked in thunderstorms and having a heck of a time trying to convince T that you don’t splash around in puddles on NY streets (staph infection just doesn’t seem to be a compelling argument for a 3 year old). But as far as problems go, I’ll take it. I’m pleased to report that traveling has definitely taken a turn for the easier somewhere along the way. T isn’t so freaked out about strange bathtubs and beds and he’s actually able to watch movies straight through, so the plane ride is easier. He’s definitely dysregulated, but it’s a manageable level and not one that makes me rue the day we bought the tickets. That’s progress.

I’m actually doing quite a bit of live storytelling on this tour, as opposed to just strictly reading from my novel. I told a story at the Soundtrack Series on Thursday night and it was a fantastic time. The lineup included Nat Cassidy, Julie Klausner, David Crabb, Bridget O’Neil and Andy Ross. Everyone told a story about a song and they were each hilarious and touching and amazing. My song was “Dancing in the Dark,” paying homage to my Jersey roots. Here’s a pic of David and me:

And tonight, I had the privilege of reading at Melville House in Brooklyn with two of my favorite authors, Nick Flynn and Melissa Febos. It was a true thrill. Thanks to everyone who came out.

Next stop, Hudson, where I get to see my closest, oldest girlfriend and throw my kid in the junior UFC octagon with her kids. Every time we see them, I spend about two hours crying on the way home because we can’t live closer to each other. But still, it’s worth it. I can’t wait.

The Rock Baby Chronicles Continue

On Friday, we dragged the whole operation out to the desert to see T-Bone’s first Weezer show in a while. He just doesn’t travel as easily as he once did, when he was a little bit more portable in general and a lot less vocal about his desires. So I don’t take him on tour as much (for now). But he’s just as enthused as he always was about going to see Dad play, so I was glad to be able to indulge him.

Sometimes I can’t believe what a pain in the ass it is just to get us all in the car for a weekend out of town. But as soon as we’re out of the city and the sky opens up, I’m reminded of why we insist on doing it anyway.

Like his mom, T digs the desert. He’ll patiently wait hours to see the windmills that flank the 10 outside of Palm Springs. We didn’t have time to hike in Joshua Tree this trip, but T was happy to spend the mornings splashing in our friend’s pool and the early evenings tearing out across the golf course. And, of course, the nighttime is reserved for rock.

T was a consummate rocker. Pat Wilson slipped him an Oreo and he completely spazzed out from the sugar, bouncing on the furniture and dumping bowls of mixed nuts out on the dressing room floor.

At least someone around our camp knows proper dressing room etiquette.

He nearly fell asleep on a backstage road case halfway through the show, but when I tried to get him to leave and come lie down, he screamed so loudly that everyone in the immediate vicinity turned around to see what was going on. Yup- he actually managed to holler louder than the music. It was a proud moment for a rock mom.