The Burger Project

Hey y'all - 

A few weeks ago, I got to go to LA to film a new promo reel starring a big-time food celebrity as he introduced his contribution to a trendy restaurant chain's "Artist Series" of hamburgers.  (I'm mentioning neither by name here, only because I'd prefer my little mom blog here not to show up in google searches for either.)

As always, one of the best things about the trip to LA was getting to see Brian and Tyler. We even had time before the shoot to go hike Runyon Canyon and take in some expansive views of the Hollywood sign and downtown Los Angeles.

Anyone who thinks producing is glamorous is wrong. This is me, an hour before the shoot, on the ground of the restaurant, struggling to put together the key blackboard that would be the backdrop of our shoot, using only a crappy screwdriver and a pair of pliers.

...But it all came together in time and the shoot was lovely and the client was lovely and the star was a consummate professional and nailed the whole thing in two takes.

And this is how it turned out:

The coolest thing was the day it launched, it was the #7 trending story on all of Facebook...more interesting to the social media audience than a guy at the Kellogg's factory urinating on the Corn Flakes, but less interesting than Floyd Mayweather's underage girlfriend. America, y'all.

Love,

Mom

Talk A Little, Scoot A Little

Dear Hagen,

I don't think it would be possible to overstate how many words you use on a given day; talking is your favorite hobby. I remember when you were born, Laney was a chatty two-year-old and your dad held you in his arms, looked at your beautiful newborn face and whispered, "Buddy, if you never talk, it's okay. We've already met our quota."

But nope! Chatting is your THING. 

One afternoon last week, Laney and your dad headed off to the local park just three blocks away so Laney could ride her bike. You and I decided we would follow behind with the scooter. You talked the whole way, stopping when you couldn't multi-task storytelling and scooting. 

Hagen: Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom! MOM! MOM! MOMOMOMOM!
Me: I'M LISTENING AND STARING AT YOU. YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION.
Hagen: Here's the thing about baby raccoons....

Hagen: If I want my scooter to get over this bump, I'm going to have to press a power button. Okay...got it! Now I'm on Level 2...

I am not making this up: By the time we made it the THREE BLOCKS to the park, your dad and sister were already DONE with their bike-riding adventure and were heading home. Your dad convinced you to ride on the scooter and let him pull you so we could make it back around the corner before sundown. 

Hagen: I am opening my mouth like this because I am a baby pelican and this is how pelicans catch fish. Did you know that, Mom? MOM! I AM A PELICAN! MOM! MOMOMOMOM!!

Love,

Momomomomomomom...

P.S. And here's your sister on her bike: