The longer I live here in SoCal, the more strongly I believe they'll have to drag my cold, dead body out of here. Cause there is no way I'm leaving this amazing place, ever.
Over the weekend, we did Philip's very favorite thing -- we took a drive. We left around 10:30 in the morning (after all of us slept in til 9am -- heaven!) and we drove up the PCH, with no real destination in mind. Just following the coast and enjoying the amazing views, gorgeous houses, and perfect weather. Peanut, my schedule-loving child, was majorly bugged that we had no specific itinerary, but he eventually got over it and liked watching out the window and finding oil derricks, cars, and boats.
We wound our way through Seal Beach, Long Beach, Rancho Palos Verdes, Torrance, Redondo Beach, Manhattan Beach, El Sagundo, Santa Monica, and then up into LA, stopping here and there to stretch our legs, admire a golf course, or change a diaper. It felt like vacation!
We stopped in Redondo Beach to grab a pizza at Fresh Brother's and some lemonade and apples from Whole Foods, then backtracked a mile to pick up some ice cream from Handel's. It was supposed to be one of the best ice cream parlors in the country and it certainly didn't disappoint. Peanut got the chocolate cake batter, and Philip and I shared the vanilla caramel truffle. If it wasn't an hour away, I'd go there every weekend, it was so good.
|don't worry -- we didn't actually give him any. he doesn't seem too interested anyway :)|
Our last stop was the gorgeous LA temple, and then we made our way back home, stopping at the Lazy Dog Cafe for a little dinner and Nordstroms to get my new watch fitted. A perfect day!