I have one requirement, and one requirement alone when it comes to the place we settle to raise our children.
We must be within a few hours of the ocean.
Is that really too much to ask?
We enjoyed a beautiful, 75ish-degree day at the beach.
Since it's difficult to enjoy the ocean on an empty stomach (totally just made that up), we filled up at "The Spot," a greasy, fattening local dive that was transported directly from heaven.
Baby likes greasy food.
I devoured a hamburger, half of Reece's death-by-bacon-cheese-and-meat burger, four thousand fries and about two shakes.
It was just that good.
Then it was off to the beach.
My girl was a bit weary of the sand, or as she called it, "snow."
The giant body of "wawa" was a bit threatening as well.
She preferred a nap on the blanket, located a safe distance from the shore.
I curled up with my Kindle while the brave, athletic members of the family started up a game of beach football.
Seriously, this is the way December should be.
I think I'm living in the wrong state.
5 comments:
So jealous, I want to be by the beach, especial when the weather is this crappy here.
Oh man, that sounds soooo nice!
Soooo jealous! Glad you had a good holiday vacation though. Looks like you had a very Merry Christmas!
You ARE living in the wrong state! When Mike and I move back to CA, you should come join us. Seriously.
She is soooo cute! Your daughter that is.
I'd like to share a memory I have from childhood: you called Jaclyn and told her you were moving, which made her cry, then you told her you were joking. I remember it vividly.
That is all.
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