Tyler miraculously (really, it's a miracle) was able to escape from work for a couple days.
We loaded up the car.
We drove down to So Cal.
The trip should have taken us 6.5 hours.
It took what seemed like 15 hours.
Nursing baby needing food.
Toddler with the runs.
Car battery died after we made a stop.
You know, the usual.
Eventually, we pulled up to what seemed like Heaven.......toilets & beds.
We had a blast.
Well, besides the never-ending drive down & the time Avy threw up, the trip was a success.
We're time-share suckers.
(Correction...we are not suckers. Years ago we went to a presentation, thought it sounded like something good for our family, went home, jumped on Ebay, bought it for 1/4 of the asking price. Boo-yeah. I never say boo-yeah in real life.)
This one is right across the street from the beach.
We had some good dirty times at the beach.
We had a whale of a good time at Sea World.
(just seeing if anyone really reads my dialogue)
Did the Shamu splash.
And by the way...I don't care who you are, if the killer whale show doesn't make you tear up & think about how magical creatures of the sea are, then you've got issues.
Rode Elmo's Flying Fish ride enough times to make me lose my mind.
I met up with some old roommates who both happen to live down there now.
(No picture of us though. Sorry. They're really cute gals. Take my word for it.)
Pretty much lived it up by laying around naked and eating ice-cream for our quick trip.
And for the record, the ride home was beauty at its best.
We left around bed time & didn't hear a peep from the youngins' in the back until we pulled up in our driveway.
We will definitely be red-eye road-trippers from now on.