I know, I know, I know. This is the trip that NEVER ENNNDSSS!
Epic Saturday continued (after the
La Brea Tar Pits and
Chinatown) with a jaunt to
Santa Monica Beach. It's always been "our" beach because it's only about 11 miles from my G-ma's house. But by the time we got there it was 5:30 pm and the parking lot we used closed at 7:00 pm. Oh well. The beach is the beach!
And since we'd had such an epic day already, guess what happened immediately after this picture? My camera battery
died! Oh the horror!! (I actually have frequent nightmares about camera malfunctions and mishaps. No I am not kidding.) This is a new camera and I still don't have a backup battery for it. So the rest of the beach pics are courtesy of my cell phone! Enjoy the super quality!
First order of business was to schlep a quarter of a mile up the beach so Madelyn could use the bathroom (she'd been holding it in since Chinatown). Next time we'll make a point to park next to one...
And then we schlepped back.
The Pacific!!!
This was Luke's first time at the ocean. He stopped to throw some sand in it.
The beach is mechanically combed every day, so there's not many shells. When you do find some, they're usually mussels or clams. Here's a bunch of live mussels Madelyn and I found. Mmmm!... (Madelyn actually loves eating mussels, but I think she's the only one.)
We could not keep that boy from eating sand. He had gritty diapers for days afterward.
He thought it was so awesome. It's like the biggest sandbox in the entire world.
It was cooling down (and the water is positively freezing, year round), so we just contented ourselves with playing in the sand. Mark thought about borrowing one of G-ma's boogie boards, but he didn't bring a wet suit. So maybe some other time.
Cheese!!
(not my picture--image found here)
Something really cool we saw was a
harbor seal swimming in the surf. In all my years coming to this beach, I have never seen anything besides birds and those little sand crabs. It was awesome! Apparently, harbor seals are known for being curious and coming close to shore to people watch. At first, Mark thought it was a dog. I think it was after a little shoal of fish though because then we saw some birds congregate in the same spot. It kept popping up here and there for about 20 minutes. :)
Mark grew up by the beach in NC and is longing to live close to an ocean again. We're making plans (you know, for when we have a million or two sitting around) to buy a beach house someday.
After we left, we went to the
Trader Joe's that's near my G-ma's house to pick up some snacks for the trip home the next day. Then we had to get the kids bathed and in bed. They were pretty tired and cranky.
And to wrap things up (because I know we're all anxious to move on...), the next day was Easter Sunday.
The Easter Bunny found us!
I took a picture of this handsome dude in one of the bedrooms--William Rainey. He was my great-grandad. My Aunt Nanette told me that it's his dental school graduation pic from Chicago in 1920. Cool, huh? Anyway, he looks exactly like my brother
Kevin. I'd never noticed it before.
We hugged G-ma Murset goodbye as she left for church, and then we loaded up all our chocolate and plastic Easter eggs and left. Madelyn was very sad. We sure had fun on our trip! And there will always be lots to do when we go back.
Aaah. Home at last! Bring on the five loads of laundry!!
PS. I am still trying to clean up and catch up two weeks later. Don't you just love that about vacations??