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Friday, August 20, 2010

On the Go




Phew!  What a busy summer we have been having.  I thought, with a baby, we wouldn't be getting out all that much to enjoy the heat.  I didn't realize that, with your second, you just keep on truckin' like nothing changed.  Our days have been jam packed with parties, play dates, church and day trips.  And it just keeps on coming.  'The Hubs' and I were laughing the other day when we looked at our schedules because we are booked every weekend through...NOVEMBER!  Maybe Santa will bring me some rest for Christmas.


This weekend started off kid free (thanks, Mom and Steve) when we blasted to the past for my friend Erica's 80's themed 30th birthday party.  Give a girl a reason to play dress up.  I dare ya!

I Love the 80's!

The girls. 

How is it possible that stores are currently selling this stuff.  It was a mistake then and an even bigger mistake now.  Oy vey!  Maybe I can find a junior high schooler who might want to take my $3 shirt off my hands.

Anyway, it was a totally rad party (I swear that I used that saying at least five times a day back then.  And by back then I mean 1989 because I was pretty young for most of that decade.)  Thanks Erica, for the jello shots and Pretty in Pink spiked punch.  You sure do know how to get a girl compromised in about an hour flat.

After sleeping in the next morning until (gasp) 8, the fam headed off to the Farmer's Market.  We arrived a half an hour before they closed (because that's how we roll) and found it to be way too hot to walk around for that long.  We got some fruit and kettle corn and jammed faster than you can say farm fresh eggs (which was why I wanted to go in the first place and, of course, I forgot to buy them).

We napped a bit in the afternoon and then headed to a BBQ at our friends Marcella and Kevin's.  I kind of wanted to stay home because I was already beat but, I hadn't seen them in a while and I wanted to chat with Marcella about some upcoming church stuff.  Plus it was super hot and...


...they have a pool!

Boys...'nuff said.

'Munchkin' trying to beat the heat.

I'm so glad we went because 'The Hubs' got to meet up with some old high school buddies and I met their wives, two of which also have little boys about to turn 3 and just had little girls.

Ended the night with a game of Scrabble.  If you new how much 'The Hubs' loathes games, you would understand the need for such documentation.  It may very well be another year or so before I can talk him into taking on the champion again.  Yeah...I kick some Scrabble booty.


J: 169, M:263
I suppose gloating with this picture and pointing out my triple word scores (all mine) won't get him to play with me again anytime soon. 
Sunday, we headed to the beach for the first time this summer.  We thought it would be a great way to beat the inland heat, forecasted at 100 degrees...ugh!  We were right.  It was a cool 69 degrees when we arrived in Encinitas and the sun never peeked out of the clouds to say hello.  Perfect beach day, I say.



'Munchkin' donning her first beach hat.



As soon as we got there, the boys started on digging the first of many holes.   Why, exactly, do kids L-O-V-E a hole on the beach so much?  I remember having this fascination but can't remember why.




The tide moved in pretty quickly.  That's what happens when you don't get to the beach until noon.


I remember when the ocean water made him scream bloody murder.  He was cool as a cucumber even thought the water was fah-reezing!



This hole turned into more of a boat.  Note the huge garden shovel.  Last year they dug with a plastic kiddie shovel.  Lesson learned.


This is Jason.  He made friends with 'The Boy'.  We sort of adopted him for a while.  God knows where his parents were.


What to do with this seaweed?  Jump rope, of course!


Gigi and her sleeping girl.  Nothing like the sound of the waves crashing on the shore to get your baby to sleep the afternoon away.





'Munckins' napping place.  UPF 50, thanyouverymuch.


Guy talk.  Wonder what they are discussing? 



Kisses from my bud. 
Note to Devon:  I did not curl my hair to go to the beach.  I'm pretty sure I didn't even brush it that morning.  It is leftover from the night before.  The joys of having a baby.



What's funnier than watching 3 adults try to put away a baby beach tent?  Hearing my mom read off the directions in Spanish using her Antonio Banderas perfect accent.  Did I help?  Nope.  Just laughed.

We raced home so that we could have dinner with my brother, Mikey and his new girlfriend, Lisa.  First time we got to meet her and she was lovely.  I hope that mentioning it doesn't jinx things.  We were so beat that the camera didn't make it out that night. 

Oh, weekend.  You entertained us and exhausted us all at the same time.  Another one on the horizon.  We're ready.

3 comments:

Leslie said...

seriously, you have extension-like curls rocking in the other photo. i'd say "like lauren conrad"*, but fear you would think that an insult.

*a compliment in the highest degree

devon lorraine ... said...

omg, i always mess up when i leave comments on your blog and lose the comment that i wrote. either that, or you get four comments from each time, roughly saying the same thing. here goes again:

ha! i died when i got to the part about your hair! how you can sleep on it and have it look freshly curled in the damp ocean breeze of an overcast day is beyond me. and how you have the energy to go to parties, run around like crazy, take care of two littles, etc., is also beyond my realm of comprehension. wow.

The Johnson's said...

@ leslie: totally a compliment! thank you. i guess i'll put cutting my hair off on the back burner.

@devon: i'll sleep when i'm dead. J/K sort of. we're lucky that chelsea already sleep through the night and when you have your second, it's all about keeping the older one entertained so he goes to sleep at the end of the day. i have zero energy. i just keep on truckin'. (and i don't breastfeed which, while great for the baby, is the key to getting my life back.)