The Taco
The little boy in Roan’s class from Senegal cannot sit still. He is a bit of a troublemaker. He has an accent and although it’s not a school where kids wear uniforms, he wears a uniform.
Let’s call him Adekenuntumbo. That’s not his real name but it’s very similar and you get the idea.
One afternoon I came to get Roan at school and had a taco I had made for Roan. He had piano class and I knew he would be hungry. It was a basic plain taco. Shell, seasoned turkey meat and beans and cheese.
Nothing particularly special. Adekenuntumbo immediately came over to us and said, “I WANT THAT TACO!!! CAN I HAVE IT??” He grabbed for the taco. He looked at it as if it was the most beautiful delicious amazing thing he’s ever seen.
I felt terrible as I said, “I’m sorry that’s for Roan. I only made one.”
“But I WANT it!” Adekenuntumbo said.
Poor Adekenuntumbo. I’d never seen his mother and didn’t know if he had one. He was troubled and yet at the same time very innocent, sweet and driven by impulse.
“Adekenuntumbo, I will bring you a taco TOMORROW. I promise. Ok?”
This seemed to satiate him for the moment and he left.
The next morning I feel a little tap on my back. It’s Adekenuntumbo, “Where is my taco?”
I panicked. I had forgotten!! How could I forget!? What a terrible person I was. This poor kid just wanted a taco and I forgot. It was probably just another broken promise in this poor child’s life.
The next day I was slammed. I found myself on the other side of town and barely made it in time to pick up Roan.
“I’m so sorry Adekenuntumbo… I wasn’t able to make you a taco today! I am so sorry.”
What a terrible person I was! This poor kid wanted a measly taco and I couldn’t get my shit together enough to deliver on my promise.
So, the next day I remembered. I wrapped Adekenuntumbo’s taco carefully in foil and told him it was for lunch later that day. He said thank you.
6 hours later I returned to pick up Roan at school. Adekenuntumbo runs up to me. I am expecting a hug or a smile.
Instead, “That taco was NOT good. It was TERRIBLE!” Says Adekenuntumbo rolling his eyes.
“I’m sorry you didn’t like it…”
“Yeah, it was terrible.” He said.
And here I thought he was this sweet needy child who just wanted a taco. My taco was not good enough and boy did he let me know. 
A few weeks later I brought Roan In N’ Out Burger for lunch. A major treat.
When I arrived at lunchtime Adekenuntumbo barreled me down begging me for the In N’ Out burger bag. “I want it!!! I WANT IT!!!” He said. Then he paused… and said…. “Unless you cooked it..?”
What’s Special Isn’t Always “Special”
Roan and I have gotten to do a lot of amazing things together. Last year we were in Paris
False Confidence
Roan was very excited with himself having “invented” a new drink at his dad’s cafe. He asked if he could put samples out for the customers to try.
Roan was SO proud. But because it looked like a tray of urine samples not many people took them.
Han Solo’s Bedroom
You know how much Roan loves Star Wars right? So the other day we are at a friend’s house for the first time and it’s a lovely bohemian classic wood house nestled in a woody grove in the Hollywood Hills. Super unique, charactery, woodsy surrounded by trees the smell of chapparal and eucalyptus in the air.
We were in the little girl’s room when the mother said, “You know, this was the house Harrison Ford was living in as he was filming the first Star Wars. This was his room.”
Roan looked down at the flowery pink blanket on the white four poster bed of the little girl’s and said, “Han Solo slept on THOSE SHEETS??!”
Funny. And where else but LA can you have a play date in Han Solo’s room? Sheesh.
Thai Temple
Last weekend Steve and I wanted to go to a Thai Festival. For some reason I was thinking Roan wouldn’t want to go until I realized… much of what he watches on TV and builds with LEGOS has to do with “temples” of some sort! Seriously.
There’s good old Sensei Wu with his temple in the background and a teapot in the foreground.
“Roan, how would you like to see a REAL Thai temple?” We said.
He was immediately curious and excited. Got dressed and was ready to go in a matter of minutes. And by getting dressed I mean strapped on a Samurai Sword. So we get in the car and head out to the heart of North Hollywood to the Wat Thai Temple. I started to worry. Had we talked it up too much?
Dressed Up
If you’re a Hollywood Mom, most likely you’ve come to Hollywood to pursue a dream of some sort. While many of my close friends are actresses like me, I also have friends doing other creative endeavors. It’s inspiring to be surrounded by women who are taking chances in their careers and to call so many of them my friends.
Proud Mom
Today someone said, flat out, “I really like your posts on Facebook about your kid because for some reason they’re not annoying. They’re interesting. Usually people’s kids posts annoy me.”
Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby!
If you’ve been reading my below posts Roan has mentioned the word “Sex” a number of times lately. Most of the time when singing “Hey sexy
Hot in Hollywood
As you know if you read my blog, Roan and I watch The Cosby Show. Maybe one 22 minute episode a night, minus the commercials.
But sometimes we’ll catch a commercial and one that is ALWAYS on are promos for THIS show:
So Roan says, “That’s a LADY show. You don’t watch that show.”
And I say, “Well I AM a Lady…”
And he says, “Not THAT Kind of lady. Like… you know. You’re NOT like THEM.”
Is that good or bad?
The Really Weird Woman Who My Son Doesn’t Know
This morning Roan and I had an epic cuddle session before it was time to get up. Those moments are pretty much what life’s all about for me. The two dogs limp and curled up at our feet. Roan’s soft delicious 6 year old-ness cuddled into me.
“I love you SOOO MUCH MAMA. You are the best mama in the world. I will always love you. YOU are what makes me happy.”
He says.
I swoon but say, “You will have MANY things that make you happy in your life but I am glad to be one of them.”
Cut to 20 minutes later I’m walking him to the line at school. He runs off, takes one look at me and says, “WHO IS THAT WEIRD LADY WHO I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT KNOW AT ALL???”
He was talking about me.
Granted, This is what I looked like…
The Problem With My Husband
My husband is going to make me delete this post as soon as he sees it so you better read quickly.
Sex on the Beach. (Sort Of).
Spring Break’s last day and the boys had had an epic day of boogie boarding and body surfing and I had just about decided to move back to Encinitas after taking a walk along THIS beach. The boys had stopped going on and on singing “SEXY LADY” (please see prior Post below… as it relates to this post.) And were more interested in chasing each other around on the beach than anything else.
Sex, Sugar and Death in a 6 Year Old’s World
It’s Spring Break for my First Grader, which means it’s Spring Break for me.
We’re spending it at my dad’s house in Encinitas.
My hometown. My childhood house surrounded by trees where hot air balloons and bats fly by at dusk.
BOOBS R GREAT
The other day at Trader Joe’s I saw a woman in a daze holding a baby. I noticed her shirt was down and her breastfeeding bra was sticking out.
I remembered those days. The agonizing first two months when it felt like my boobs were being cut by razor blades. But still I persisted and ended up cherishing (yea, really cherishing) the year I breast fed Roan. I remembered driving to auditions and pumping off the excess milk when I was engorged with my little yellow Medela hand pump.
Literally DRIVING in Hollywood traffic pumping my breast.
I guess that’s why it’s such a rush to be involved in the “topless scene” in the current show at the Groundlings.
It’s a hilarious scene written by Edi and Allison— and I don’t want to give it away in case you’re planning to come and see it. In a nutshell we’re UGLY, animal like and almost completely topless save for football stickers. It’s not sexy.
Here I am, waiting to go on. 
I’ll be honest. It’s a rush, as a mother who breastfed, to perform nearly topless in front of hundreds of people. Women can do anything.
“Teamwork”
At Roan’s school Open House last week the kid’s projects were displayed around the classroom. I found myself looking at the little paragraphs the kids had written on “teamwork.”
Some of the children had written about how their families were teams or how they worked together with their soccer team.
Roan’s said, in a nutshell, “I work as a team with Gryphon to chase (Insert Little Australian Girl’s name here.) It’s such a great feeling when we capture her.”
Great…
