Spring Break Numero Uno

Side note before beginning: Last post was post #100! (Which puts this right up there with the dalmatians at 101...) A moment of celebration please...

Ok.

Stop celebrating.

Who am I kidding?  Party on! Excellent!

In the words of Maria von Trapp "Let's start at the very beginning.  A very good place to start.  When you read you begin with A-B-C.  When you TRAVEL you begin with DON'T-MAKE-ME...turn this car around mister!"

Well we actually DIDN'T have to say that to the boys, not even once.  They were such good travelers.  Ah- the beauty of Spring Break. 

We flew to Cali to visit the fam and get some much needed warmth and sunshine.  Pictures are as follows:
A group shot on the plane followed by
Mountains.  If you're from the Valley you'd appreciate this-- you can actually SEE the mountains :) followed by

THE BEACH!
 White Hats.  Oh I love hats.  I had to Moby the child because he would NOT nap at the beach.  And finally... 
 
a self portrait. 

Comments

  1. KelliMarch 22, 2010 at 12:28 PM

    Fun! Cute pictures, love the self-portrait. Reminds me of our trip to California doing yoga on the beach! Those were the days! I'm impressed they were so good for you. Let's hope I have that same luck. I'm driving to Canada in May with McKinley. 15 hours in the car with a baby, it's going to be scary!

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  2. TawnyMarch 22, 2010 at 2:51 PM

    Love you and miss you madly, plus you are so HOT!!!

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