Wednesday, July 23, 2008

 

Welcome to LA, Baby . . .!

Now that little Gracie is a full month old, Our Man and Our Woman in LA are thinking that it’s time for the LA BABY to start to get to know her surroundings. Sure, right now, Gracie seems to have a firm grasp on the rooms in Casa del Wieland (she sees them virtually every night as we walk her around, trying to get her to sleep). But she doesn’t know much about the city she lives in – apart from having seen the insides of Cedars-Sinai and her pediatrician’s office.

So look here, Gracie, this post is for you. You need to understand this mixed-up world that your Mommy and Daddy have placed you smack dab in the center of.



That's right. This blog's for you.

You live in Los Angeles, after all. It’s a city that virtually everyone in the United States and all over the world knows a little bit about. They’ve heard of the Valley, though they don’t understand why people choose to live there or not. They talk about the shopping on Rodeo Drive. They know the beach, and that big, tall building that got destroyed during INDEPENDENCE DAY.

But people know this kind of thing sight unseen. They’ve seen LA on TV, in the movies, and they’ve read about it in those nasty magazines at the supermarket checkout line. That’s why – when you travel this great country of ours, you’ll hear people say things like:

“Ugh, I hate LA. I would never live there. Of course, I’ve never been there. But you know, I heard about it.”

Ignore these people. There’s a reason they’re living in their parents’ basements. You live here. What’s more, you’re one of the few people here who are actually native to the area. And what does that mean, in a city of nearly 10 million?

OK, the 10 million is actually the standardized metropolitan area. Daddy’ll explain later, when you have language. Stay with me. What does that mean if there aren’t sooo many natives?

Simply put, Gracie, you’re growing up somewhere where people have made a conscious decision to live. They chose to come here in droves. They came for the weather, the people, the beaches, the mountains, and this city (also for the Industry, but we’ll get into that later).

Just like your mom and dad, they chose to live in SoCal.

So let’s tell you a little bit about the place they chose. Let’s do a little bit each day. That’s right. Daddy’s promising to blog more than once every six months.

He’s planning a series of posts.

So sit back and get comf. It’s going to be a regular blog-y thing.



OK, so “sit back” is a Daddy getting a little ahead of himself. Have your Nana Flo prop you up a bit.

TOMORROW: WHERE YOU LIVE – YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD, BABY

Comments:
Ok, it's about TIME that Gracie started to show herself some more via posted pictures on the Our Man In L.A. blog!! All I have to say is if she continues to get cuter every single day, you guys are in trouble when she becomes a teenager!!

And Gracie, pssstt...listen to this one: I know that you don't want to show up Daddy this early in life, but just think to ask him that if there aren't so many natives in SoCal, where'd they all go?? Did they move away?? ah haaaa.... but shhhhh, don't mention that just yet. He's having fun showing you around, and that's ok!!

-Uncle Shoes
 
Sigh. OK, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to explain some of this until Gracie was a little older, but . . .

Gracie, California is growing. So when I say there aren't many natives in So Cal, it's a relative term (I'll explain that phrase later). When you have a city that's more than doubled in size in the last thirty or so years, the natives are likely becoming a smaller percentage . . .

OK, I'm getting you the bottle. We'll talk about this later.

- Our Dad in LA
 
Gracie, it sounds like the not-so-natives are getting restless! -- does this have anything to do with you?? :)

And I suppose L.A. is a nice enough place. Just be aware that the people who choose to live elsewhere in the country don't do so simply because "they just don't get it."

Some people happen to enjoy the changing of seasons: the snow on the ground in Winter, the hot Summer days, the trees changing color in Fall...and I think there's another season as well...but you'll read about all those "different seasons" in a book someday, I'm sure.

I didn't feel like getting into the algorithms of population growth just yet...not unless there was a picture of a giraffe to help explain it!! :)

--Uncle Shoes
 
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