Well, I'm a day late to my own Blog-iversary, but I did do some unintentional celebrating yesterday when I walked past a patch of downtown L.A. that was once sprinkled with goats.
Yes, goats -- a common theme here at L.A. Story.
If you remember back to two years ago today, I posted my first bloggy adventure with CC. In the morning before work, I scooped up my then 1.5-year-old child and drove down to the Bunker Hill area of downtown to check out the City's alternative to lawn mowers.
CC loved it, and when I thought she might have touched one of those furry grass-munchers, I freaked out thinking she might have caught something like goat plague. (She didn't.)
We've come a long way since two years ago. We've visited even more exciting places in and around Los Angeles -- Legoland, the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, the Hammer Museum, the L.A. Film Festival, just to name a few -- and I think we're both the better for it.
CC is a friendly and adventurous little girl, (almost) always willing to try new things. And I have grown myself, becoming more and more an Angeleno each day. (That, and I'm a little less likely to freak out about goat plague.)
So it was funny to walk by that patch of grass next to Angel's Knoll yesterday and remember the first adventure that started everything.
I told Ian, who was walking with me after our lunch at the historically kitschy Clifton's Cafeteria, dessert at Bottega Louie and a ride down Angel's Flight, that were it not for those goats and dragging CC to see them the day after I started this blog, I might not have allowed it to grow and flourish the way it has.
I needed something to go and do -- an experience, and L.A. experience -- to go out of my way for, and then to write about. I needed a start -- and, for some reason, it came in the form of urban livestock.
So, thank you, readers. Thank you, goats. And here's to another year!