There's lots of things I love. I'm not talking people-love, but thing-love. (Query: why don't we have more words for different levels and types of love? We should.) French fries. S'mores made over teeny, tiny candles in the middle of winter. A specific brand of purse. The elusive perfect-fit jean. But, I really, really, really love vacationing with my husband and daughter.
We're vacationing in SoCal this week. Spending time at the beach (one of my very best friends and her husband stopped by to join us on their way back from Hawaii to the East Coast) and then heading to Mickey-town.
We stopped at The Grove to visit the American Girl's Store, but the first stop was The Farmer's Market. We've been to The Grove twice before and never went to The Farmer's Market. Now that we have been, I'm so disappointed we didn't go sooner. Our lunch was fantastic!
After eating our strawberry banana nutella crepe, which was, by the way, heaven on a plate.
Paityn absolutely loved The American Girl's Store. (I'd say it was my first time there, but I'd be lying.)
The decisions on which baby would be calling Paityn "mama" was very difficult.
But it was finally made and Sarah came home with us. Along with a wagon and two sets of clothes. (Dan blames me, but I noticed the wagon was his idea. He's such a pushover.)
Then, it was time to head for the beach!
This made me think of Baywatch. (Is that a little lame?)
So much playing in the waves. Can I just sleep here?
Oh, and as a final note, if any would-be-burglars read this, figure out where we live and break-in, our cats are trained in Krav Maga. Good luck getting past them. But if you do, would you mind taking the coffee table and two side tables? I'd really like new ones. Thanks a bunch.