One thing that's a must when you live in 100+ degree heat is to get out of it. Last week we packed up and headed south to San Diego, where it was slightly overcast and a lovely 75 degrees.
We had no real plans besides relaxing and making sure Ira had fun. We walked around the city in search of parks, ate some delicious Mexican food, and tried to do the beach thing. I grew up going to the beach and playing for hours on end in the water and in the sand. It must be an acquired thing, because my child hated it. Hated everything about it.
The best part of it, at least for me, was the disconnecting from work, for both Scott and myself. Both of our jobs are demanding and our schedules never align. It was glorius to have all 3 of us in the same location for several days.
Ira's favorite part? The elevator 100%. He even walked in an open one and pushed the button. Talk about a panic attack. But don't worry, i got him. I can't even imagine how I'd find him if those doors closed. Now I'm having the panic attack again.
Another vacation.. please!