When the sand became too much for Lola (and the wipes) to handle, we trucked it back up to the little downtown area of Cannon Beach.
Our first stop: Bruce's Candy Kitchen, where one can find some of the best freshly-pulled salt water taffy on the coast.
I think it goes without saying that Lola cheered up mighty quick once she got a pink rock candy lollipop in her hands.
I felt morally obligated to consume my fare share of the taffy so that James could get a secondhand taste.
I am such a nice mother.
And then, in a completely unselfish attempt to boost my child's calcium intake, I consumed a delectable acai/vanilla frozen yogurt.
Again, SUCH a good mom.
At this point, my chicky #1 was getting cranky and restless, but we couldn't leave without getting Reece some fresh seafood.
So we stopped at a Ecola Seafood for some fish and chips.
Dude, it was good.
So good, that I'm pretty sure Reece wanted to slap my hand away -- thus preventing me from engaging in my usual don't-order-anything-claiming-to-not-be-hungry-and-then-eating-all-of-reece's-food-because-when-I-don't-order-it-myself-the-calories-don't-count routine.
Meanwhile, James slept.
And Lola sassed.
I love having ketchup chucked in my face.
The drive home was less than awesome.
Lola tried to kill me with her death glares.
Please bless this isn't a glimpse into the adolescent years.
But at least we got to spend a lovely day in a lovely place.
Also, my Jekyll and Hyde daughter is pretty sweet when she sleeps.