Instead? Hello, Mommyville:
There's no Target in the woods, people. I know. Moment of silence? Yes. So I was craving the feeling one gets walking through Target with the big red cart (the new ones not the old ones, it matters!) - like the deal of a lifetime could be right around the corner, like you could fill up the WHOLE CART with AWESOMENESS and still pay your mortgage, even! And this particular Target trip was SO epic that it required a lunch break. No, for real. I shopped for two hours, paid, went to a restaurant and had lunch while reading InTouch on a patio, slammed another Diet Coke, and went back to Target because there were still things there, things I HAD TO HAVE. I found a swimsuit that meets both of my requirements: 1) covers my not-so-flat abdominal area (thank you, two ginormous babies and thank you also, potato oles) and 2) doesn't look like a mommysuit. Then there were the swimsuit coverup dresses. Then there was the children's department, omg, the children's department. Clearance as far as my shopping-starved eyes could see. Vivi's closet is pretty much set for summer now. Denim romper? Check. Two hot pink skorts? Checkity check? Eighty-ten other things? Check. Don't worry, I didn't forget my boy, he got a Dodger's shirt. Not because we're really big fans, but because it was that or the Angels shirt and he looks better in blue than red. Go blue team or whatever!
And of course, no trip to California is complete without a visit from Cari and the kids. They came up yesterday. We had lunch, watched the kids chase birds, and arranged marriages. We're going to have some realllllly adorable grandbabies, Cari!
This is about as good as a picture can get when it contains two adults and four children under four, all looking into the sun.