We're here. And thank God. Because I must say, we had the drive from H-E-L-L yesterday. It started out just fine. Everyone was in good spirits, no issues. But less than halfway through the trip, Z decided she'd been far too quiet and began wailing for at least 30 minutes straight. After multiple stops and attempts to calm her, I handed her some keys and it seemed to do the trick. Of course M was concerned it might be too calm for us so she started in with some hardcore whining and two tantrums, one of which ended in a bite to my finger. Fabulous. Needless to say, when our asses rolled into the driveway of our home-away-from-home, I understood exactly how the mariners of yore felt upon disembarking from a ship and stepping onto land after months at sea.
Now a few pics.
This is the lovely (and very underrated and under visited)
San Miguel Mission. It's in the process of being restored.
And here's a pic of the three older kids getting a MUCH needed bath.
Last night Becca and I made a run to Trader Joe's. We left the kids with the dads. M decided it would be an excellent opportunity to draw on her face.
The view from the back of the rental house.
My view from the hammock.
And here's a pic of the three older kids getting a MUCH needed bath.
Last night Becca and I made a run to Trader Joe's. We left the kids with the dads. M decided it would be an excellent opportunity to draw on her face.
The view from the back of the rental house.
My view from the hammock.
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