Friday night we left Sophia with my parents and started our romantic weekend away by picking up frosted flakes, pop tarts (blaming the pregnancy, not usually that careless), and a movie and heading to my dad's "granny flat" in Coronado. He was in Mexico for the weekend so it worked out well. It was tiny and adorable, (the above picture is the only one we have in the house), and four blocks from the beach and from Orange Ave. Perfect.
The rest of the weekend consisted of:
-Walking around Coronado, exploring, and getting a pastry for breakfast (if 11:00 am and after two bowls of frosted flakes can still be called breakfast)
-Lounging at the beach for hours and hours and hours with a book and a bottle of water (ok so of course I sent Ross to get food, but the lack of packed necessities when you're kid-free is incredible. I felt like a teenager again.)
-Shopping downtown followed by a movie ("Next"- so so) in the gaslamp and dinner (that's right, in that order, we had to eat really late some nights if I'd eaten too late of a lunch and was still suffering from heart-burn... the joys of pregnancy.)
-Renting bikes and riding around Coronado (the highlight of the weekend) getting a slow and up-close tour of the gorgeous homes, The Old Ferry Landing, the city from the across the bay, and of course the beach.
-Dinner on the island, not the best food but the best company in one of what I think is the best places on Earth.
-Mostly just really enjoying my handsome husband.
This was Phase 3 of our 4 part vacation (I know I said three, but I lied, a day at the beach as a family on Memorial Day to come. If you're tired of my trip, too bad, I like to drag it out like birthdays and BFL free days.)