There is something to knowing that your family is here. My people are here. Jason's brother and sister-in-law made the trip to California for a conference with a visit on the side.
The kids were thrilled to see Uncle Matt and Aunt Ally. So were we. We were so thrilled that we arranged for our first ever babysitter and made the daunting trip into the city on a Friday night.
See, it happened.
(sorry for the horrible picture with the creepy eyes. i can't fix it, but here's some photographic evidence.)
It was lovely. We ate at Le Charm and everything was wonderful. Between us all there were 10 kids with alternate childcare. That is a pretty big victory. A fancy grown up dinner in the city even with all our little blessings. What a treat.
The boys and I took Aunt Ally to see the Pacific Ocean. We had the best weather we have had for any of our beach trips in California. No fog, clear skies, and it was even almost warm.
We had our McDonald's picnic and had the place pretty much to ourselves for a long time.
(this is one of my most favorite pictures, ever)
There was sandcastle building and smashing.
And even though the water was still stingingly cold the older two eventually dove on in/fell on in, whatever.
Walker said his favorite part of the beach was seeing Aunt Ally, since it had been so very long since he had seen her.
It was so good to have our people on the same side of the country as us, even if only for a few days.