Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Vacation Journal - Balboa: Day One


after arriving in the wee hours of the night, finn was slightly disoriented waking up the next morning and nothing i could do seemed to calm him.  that is, until we started walking down the stairs and suddenly he realized where we were.  the crying turned to this insane, maniacal laughter (i understand lots of people have this reaction to the joys of g.g.'s beach house) and he said, "go for walk.  donuts."  so, off we went to catch up with the early birds of our family who had left without us...

jack had ridden his bike down to dad's donuts and was seriously concerned about the no bikes sign on the sidewalk.  our poor little rule follower, he just can't let loose.  pete told him he saw mrs. hundelt and she said if she saw jack riding his bike on the sidewalk again, he might get his card turned...  for half a second jack believed it, but seemed fine with breaking the rules at the excitement of seeing mrs. hundelt.  then he realized it was a joke.  dad's can be so mean.


can you believe this face was in hysterics a mere five minutes earlier...

i decided to go to trader joe's straight away to stock up on groceries, so we could just relax the rest of the trip.  i figured the kids would all want to stay with pete, but, oh no.  trader joe's?  somehow even in california it is exciting.  jack, being my only sensible child, stayed behind.  after two bathroom breaks for lucy and a poopy diaper for finn, we were finally off.  sometime ago lucy made up a song ("trader joes, trader joes, trader joe joe joe-oes..." roughly to the tune of jingle bells), so she and finn sang that the entire car ride there.  
later for lunch we got delicious mexican food (finn, of course, got a burrito) and sat on the roof to eat.  yes, we know how spoiled we are.

finn had some strange obsession with the owl outside martin's...
and a trip to the beach house for pete would not be complete without playing mystery mansion.  he, of course, made a monster out of our game-obsessed, jack...

finally, to the beach...


the kids favorites story to tell is when they were feeding the ducks and finn didn't quite get the idea to throw the food to them.  instead, he just held out his hand with a goldfish between his fingers.  the daddy duck finally got impatient and jumped up to eat it right out of finn's hand.  i about screamed.  i think it freaked everyone out, but finn, who seemed to be quite fine with the whole experience.  




we had a lovely holy thursday meal.  lucy helped set the table and was most excited to eat a hard boiled egg out of such a special little dish.  only at g.g.'s.  

what a dreamy day...


the end.
wait.  did i forget to mention the masters was on all weekend?  it was.  

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