Beach love.

We headed over to the Central Coast for five nights last week to go camping.  I braved the first few nights on my own before Popeye was able to get a few days off from work to join us.  We had a great time riding our bikes all over town, eating at all our favorite restaurants, and playing in the beautiful sunshine.  Swee'Pea and I l-o-v-e camping.  And I'm thankful to have a husband who (usually) willingly goes along with my desire for adventure. 

Some of the highlights of our trip were....

playing miniature golf

making campfires

eating Linguine and Clams (drool)

devouring cinnamon rolls on an almost daily basis

taking long naps in the afternoon (yeah!  a break for mommy!)

riding bikes all over town

"window shopping" for our hypothetical dream trailer

renting the big bike for an afternoon

splashing the afternoon away in the ocean

early morning sea shell hunting

seeing "Brave" and "Spiderman" at the drive-in movie theater

and just spending the week as a family!

Uncle Jay drove us to the beach.  Thank you, baby brother!

The happiest 25 cents has ever made him

He actually got a hole-in-one!

Perfect morning on the beach.

Daddy is finally here!  Yeah!

Every summer.  Every time.  My delicious roasted ear of corn.

Eating sea side and enjoying the views.

He drove right in and swam with all the big kids.

Freezing little boy after way too much time in the surf.

Their attempt at making a flaming Olympic torch.

I may have gained 6 pounds this week from these alone.

Love my baby boy!  He is the best little traveling buddy!

Spent all day in the pool.  Brown bear, brown bear.

Daily naps have returned to our household this summer.  God bless America.

Breakfast in the trailer.  Mmmmm.  Bacon.

Dinosaur Park.

Feeding the baby goats at Avila Valley Barn.  One of our favorite stops on the coast!

A visit to daddy's old house!

Drive-in movie.  Best night ever.  

 Thank you, beach, for your beautiful weather and perfect days.  We can't wait to visit you again, soon

A camping we will go...

It was freezing.

We ran out of clothes.

Someone needed an emergency root canal.

And a little mister-mister refused to sleep ANYWHERE but tucked right in between mommy and daddy.

But we played on the beach.

Took lots of bike rides.

Snacked on yummy camping snacks.

And ate at all our favorite places.

(sometimes twice.)

All in all it was a memorable first camping experience as a little family of three. And even with all the chaos and crying and frustration and ridiculous circumstances, I couldn't have planned a more perfect getaway with the two boys I love most in this world.