So I just reread my last post and am a little embarrassed. We just had a week in Newport Beach, doing all the fun things I mentioned. Breathing in the most heavenly ocean air of the most heavenly temperature. Playing with our kids without the normal distraction of responsibility, laundry, house-projects... etc... We got to eat Peanut Butter Malt Balls to our heart's desire after the kiddies went to bed. It was the perfect week to get away, as Ross has been working super late each night, coming home, pretty much just to sleep, so I didn't have to feel like I was missing out on him. I mean, it couldn't have been much better. But I guess that's the thing about blogging... you get the current emotion. And yesterday's post happened to be to surrounded by a little bit too much three-year-old poop and attitude. So, please excuse my less-than-perky post.
Here are some more pictures to prove JUST HOW MUCH FUN we had. ;) Our friend, Rachelle and her boys, Ben and Will, came out yesterday and we had Zpizza at the park before I left. You know how sometimes you eat a bowl of ice cream and it's super good, but that last bite is, like BEYOND good. And you think (or ask your husband), "how am I supposed to stop there when I can't get that last bite out of my head? Diminishing returns- reshmurns...." And so you make yourself seconds.
That's how it felt. That last night was so gorgeous, the weather felt unreal, our kids were outside and limitless, just like they should be, I had girlfriends to talk to, Sophia had friends to play with, Mila had pizza and sand to eat. And I had my camera to catch it all. It was hard to leave after that. But perhaps we'll make it a yearly thing... and then I'll get my seconds.