pescadero.

Last weekend we packed up the little wagon, headed to our ultrasound appointment, and then zoomed off to a great little campground off highway 1.  The resort errs on the side of GLAMping with an onsite restaurant, barbeque tent, live music on the weekends, massages, and saunas. Still it definitely has all of the rustic fun of family camp with accommodations for everyone from the lodge goer to the motor home crowd. You can glam it up or keep it simple. We chose to stay in the camp's tent cabins which are fabulously affordable and keep you bright and warm with electricity, heated mattresses, and cute rustic furnishings. It was a quick walk to the "comfort stations" which had more hot water than I have ever experienced at a campground. I give it five billion stars. (Mind you I am always in love with wherever we go.)

Check it out for yourself here.

Just south of SF. The area has all of the rugged beachy beauty of Monterey Bay with about 10 percent of the people. We spent our days hiking foggy beach trails, exploring the tiny town of Pescadero, and touring the local Goat Dairy which boasts world renown cheese that I couldn't eat while pregnant. I made Phil describe every flavor to me just to torture myself. "Is it really that good?" "I'm so sorry but yes, it really really is..." was along the lines of our conversation. 

We stopped into Pescadero on just the right weekend. The tiny town was having a barn sale (big flea market) and I was almost relieved we didn't bring the truck because I could have done some serious financial damage.  We did come away with a frame that will be going gold and a large glass jug. Why do those jugs make me swoon so?! We ate some tamales and looked at all the crazy crud people shlepped out of their homes. 

From the goat dairy to the tamales this trip was all about the food. I'm a very sensory person and I feel really passionately about food; chocolate, bread, spices. I think the right food could make me cry for joy. I got very close at Pigeon Point lighthouse. We brought a bag of goodies from the local market which included THE MOST INCREDIBLE MADE-BY-THE-HEAVENS artichoke bread (still hot, and stuffed with yummy artichokes) and a beautiful sun dried tomato cream cheese. There is nothing like eating true California fare on the California coast. Yum, yum, double yum. In addition to killer artichoke carbs the area is famous for their berries and pies.   I am still dreaming about the Olallieberry pie we had at Duarte's tavern. I think I died for a second while eating it (maybe just a mild stroke?). 

But enough with the pregnant lady talking about food.  The best part of the trip was being with my PG and sharing in the excitement and glee baby boy is bringing into our lives. I love traveling with my guy because we both love to have fun, love to learn (in a nerdy, read every plaque, go on a tour of a goat dairy sort of way), and love to explore. I can't wait for our next adventure!

The beach trail.

fake sleeping.

Our abode.

the bump.

pigeon point.

the bread.

seal spotting.

our goat friend.

p.s. Have you ever heard an elephant seal? It's worth the drive if only to hear it.

little yogi.

We're back from the coast! ( Actually we've been back, but sleep beat blogging every night this week.) We had a fantastic weekend getaway made so much sweeter by the news that we are expecting a baby boy.

We fell even more in love with him during his big ultrasound. It took over an hour because he is quite the busy body. He was flipping and rolling and flexing so much he had the ultrasound tech very amused. (We told him to show off.) We saw him suck his thumb and move every which way around my tummy. He's already our everything.

Please enjoy his yoga pose. At one point his knees kissed his face.

Yep, he's doing this...

Namaste. 

Tomorrow, news on our adventuring away!

IT'S-IT

It's a Boy!!!!!!!!! We are so happy and excited!!!!! More news to come! We're off to celebrate on a little mini vacation!!

hitched.

Photos pilfered from Lauren T's FB

and Melanie Z of Me and Mr.

Saturday July 9th my beautiful sister Courtney and my wonderful new brother PJ sealed the deal and got hitched at the Oakland Temple. The weather was a miraculous 85 degrees. The wedding party included some lovely ladies and gents who all (might I say it) looked fantastic in yellow and blue. The brides wildflower bouquet complimented her to die for ruffled dress and long blond tresses perfectly. She was a picture of loveliness.

A ring ceremony and reception followed at the One Room Schoolhouse (circa 1890somethin') on Finley Road. A schoolbus shuttled guests to the location that was full of rustic charm from the flowers to the hand-sewn pennant flags. Picnic fare, sweet desserts, and a night full of dancing made for an enchanting summer evening. Family, friends, and loved ones worked, crafted, and contributed to make the day special for the bride and groom. We are so grateful for every pair of hands that played a part in making the wedding what it was. C and PJ road off into the dusk on a yellow bicycle built for two. How fitting!

It was a fairy tale day.

I love my sister and our new PJ. I couldn't be more proud of them and the decision they've made to start their own life and family together. They are both truly good to the core. What a perfect day it was to celebrate the two lovebirds!

late-iversary.

Phil and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary this week. 2 years! Where has time gone?! (All of the marriage veterans may roll their eyes now.) But truly it's been both a lifetime and one blink of an eye rolled into one.

I'm so glad I married PG. I'm grateful I was struck with if only that one lightning bolt of excellent decision making. I'd like to thank the PG for being fantastic, for teaching me about calmly responding to life, for being an example of diligence and obedience, for sharing my love of good humor and family, and for dancing with me at every wedding since our own.

We celebrated with frighteningly cheap massages and really fatty mexican food. Ole!