the strokes

so all day long it's "dadas car dadas car dadadada carcarcar." and after a long, hot day i grabbed owen and we went in mama's car. we shared some dinner, bought a melon (if you haven't bought cantaloupe yet go right now and get yourself some) and got mama a screwtop bottle of wine (another genius invention--which don't worry i shared with the ladera lush neighbor ladies and didn't drink alone).

and when we pulled up in front of "homehomehome" instead of grabbing owen and going into the hot house i left the a/c running and let him sit up in the passenger seat. and we cranked up the music and owen rocked out to the strokes (thank you hans)--that is, the first four seconds of each strokes song as owen kept changing the track. but i mean he really rocked out. in such a "boy" way to such "boy" music--whatever that means, but really i felt like i was being let in on some boy moment. and he was estatic. i'm thinking indie rock band by the time he's in preschool. watch for the rock video (in the works, by the way, with his dj pal west hunter--owen's on the mic).

here's me and owen in the car (and tell me he doesn' t look twelve!):