Our weekend started with strolling along Santa Monica Pier with my nephew. They tried to pressure me into riding the Ferris wheel (I have an irrational fear of heights only on occasion). It wasn't happening. Nope! We settled for a game of whack-a-mole, which apparently awakens my most ruthless competitive spirit. I won, of course, and picked out a stuffed frog for Mila. She went to her outer limits of creativity and named the frog “Froggie”. Mila then convinced Matt to jump into a huge ball pit, which was disturbingly all red. I mean the entire structure was ALL red. It looked like a prop from "The Red Wedding" episode of Game of Thrones. All in all, I have to say, it turned out to be a good day!
On the 4th, before going to the beach, I slathered everyone in sunscreen (Except Matt—sorry, babe. I take full responsibility for his sunburn), and layered the kids in rash guards. We spent the entire Fourth of July day on the beach, arriving at 10 am and pushing well beyond the kid’s limits, by leaving at 10 pm. I know we’re crazy like that. Mila, spent time with her older cousins digging an enormous hole for no reason—hey, whatever floats their boat, right? And “Ants” well, he did what he does best in his little pop-up tent. You guessed it, ate and slept and ate and slept. It all culminated in a 6-city firework show, a firepit and smores. Here are a few scenes from our 1st Fourth of July as a family of four.