We were able to go out to eat a couple of times, visited the Natural History Museum, looked around at rental houses, and prepared a nice dinner on Sunday. Nana and Al also both took a turn at playing the Wii (they say they're going to buy one when they get back to Tennessee). We hope they had a safe trip on the rest of their vacation, and look forward to seeing them again soon.Last weekend we did another beach trip, and I took pictures! (Well, sort of. I took them in the parking lot before we went out there.)
All of Los Angeles has been over 90 degrees for the past few weeks, but as soon as you get within 5 minutes of the coast it gets foggy and cool. The water temperature is still pretty warm, though, so the advantage is that I don't have to put sunscreen on everyone, and there are way fewer people there. We had a great day. Ryan and I went boogie-boarding again, and Connor even tried it in the shallows -- he can't even swim and his dad is launching him out on the top of a wave . . .hmmm. He loved it, though, and came running and shivering all the way up to our spot to tell me he had "gone swimming!"
During one of the times when Ryan was out in the water, I was able to watch a little 6-year-old boy get his first surfing lesson from his dad's friend. It was beyond cute. It made me really want to get my kids surfing lessons when they're old enough (if we're here that long.) Heck, maybe we'll get surfing lessons for the whole family! Not that it would do me any good - I can barely even boogie-board. I'm learning, though, that as I get older I care much less about looking like an idiot, which makes life alot nicer.
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Yeah. The less I care about how dumb I look the more I can care about how dumb OTHER people look.
I wish I could see you guys RIGHT NOW..... NOW!!
We're thinking maybe during spring break we'll make a journey southwards to Rancho Browno.
You want to see us right now to see how dumb we look?
What an amazing talent for your kids to possibly have. I wish I could surf. I guess it technically wouldn't do much for me here, but just to be able to say, "I surf, and I'm awesome at it", would put me so ahead of everyone here. Isn't that what it's all about?
Also, I'm always jealous of people with cool grandparents. My grandparents aren't. Not even in the "they're funny because they're old", way. Take that, and relish it. And when Kelli can gossip again, she can tell you horror stories that I've passed on to her about what it's like to have completely un-cool grandparents. You know, should you have a lull in conversation, or something.
I realize that listening to other people talk about dreams is worse than listening to a boring story being droned on about themselves. Not only did this story not happen to YOU, but technically speaking it didn't even happen to me.
But I like still like it anyway. So here you go:
I had a dream last night that Connor was made out of bricks, was 10 feet tall, was chasing me down the street in some post-apocalyptic London.
Also, he wanted a hug. It was terrifying.
Eventually he caught up and hugged me. While he was hugging me he said "It so nice for sentimental."
It was a dream for the ages.
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