Day Trips

This week I have taken two overnight trips.  The first was to take Jessica to Vegas and pick Sara up in Vegas and the second was to San Clemente State Park to spend time with my parents and Max.  On both occasions I forgot to pack my hairbrush.  On both occasions Keegan was over in the morning working in the yard and was able to let the Pack in for morning refreshments, so I didn't have to worry about them.

Jessica and I (mostly me) used the trip to Vegas to go shopping.  First we went to Total Wine, then to the mall.  I was driving Sara's truck and am a clear winner at the parking.  I parked Sara's car five times and of the five times zero of them were in the lines.  When we got to the mall I jumped out of the car ready to do some shopping and Jessica said, "Little crooked."  I looked up and sure enough I was near about diagonal in the parking space.  It's because Sara's Expedition is so much smaller than my monster truck.  Sara didn't have to park her truck because we used the free valet parking at Denny's.

PhD in Parking 

I couldn't resist the 40 of the Dew for Jessica.

After I got back from Vegas, I finished my table runner.  Earlier in the week we had had a major dispute and in a fit of rage I told it that we had to take a break because we both needed our space.   This thing took me forever and I am never again going to work with buttons.

 Then yesterday I went to San Clemente where me and the awkward family went to dinner and ice cream.  Thinking he was funny, my dad yelled "Yeah, it's about time you started taking care of your kid!" when I was helping Max at the campground.  That guy thinks he's got jokes.  In a triumphant win, I got Max in and out of the car seat three times in a row with no tears.  The Snickerdoodle got a bit nasty with Max and is quite typical, my mom said it was my dad's fault.  I hate that dog.

Awkward Family Photo

This morning I took Max on a walk so Grandma and Grandpa could argue in peace and quiet while they were packing everything up.  In what I felt was one of my most rebellious moves of my life, I took Max to the beach.  

Grandma Rules I was certain we were breaking by going to the beach without having attended Taking the Baby to the Beach Training:

Going to the beach without having attended extensive training first.

Do not walk down the big hill by yourself.

Do not walk up the big hill by yourself.

We had no diapers.

We had no bottles.

We had no sunscreen.

We had no toys.

We had not prepared for the sound of the waves.

There was sand and he had just had a bath.

A shark could jump out of the water and eat us.

We did not have a blanket.

We did not have a back-up blanket.

We did not have a back-up hat.

The stroller could get caught in the sand and we would die.

Other than being unable to push the stroller in the sand the beach was pretty uneventful.  We didn't go very far -with Max being unwilling and unable to walk in the sand by himself or without holding on with two hands and me unable and unwilling to carry him and the stroller.  We stayed pretty close to the walkway.  I used the self-timer to take our picture once we got back to the top.

A couple of mavericks.

Note to self:  always pack a hairbrush.