85º in January

I almost feel bad writing this post, since most of the country is in a deep freeze. Almost. But then I thought about it, and decided, screw it, this is why I live here.



This is why we pay the sun tax, or sand tax, or whatever you want to call it. I can't afford to own a home here in lovely San Diego, but damnit, it's beautiful all year round. All of you out there in Minnesota, Missouri, Utah and elsewhere may have an advantage over me in cost of living, but I have an advantage over you, and it's called 85º in January.

So last week we decided to take advantage of said beautiful weather and get down to the beach. Now, let me interject something here, because I don't want you to misunderstand where I am coming from. I love it when it rains, and usually this time of year, I complain when we don't get much of it. But at the same time, it's hard to think that a Saturday where it's 80+ is a bad thing, even in January (unless your name is Alan R. Taylor).

We took lil Peanut down for her first trip to La Jolla Cove. It was crazy busy, as is to be expected with gorgeous sunshine on a weekend, but we didn't let those crowds get us down. And what made it even better was that we were able to find a parking spot at our usual place (for some reason, nobody parks on this one particular street).



It was perfect down there. Sunny blue skies, a nice little breeze coming off the ocean to keep you from frying. It was awesome. We've started carrying Penny around in a Baby Bjorn, and she absolutely loves it. She just hangs there, staring at the world, chewing on and slobbering all over the piece of material in front of her. By the time she's done, it's soaked all the way around. But man is she cute in it, and like I said, she loves it, so that makes our lives a little bit easier.





We mainly just walked around the boardwalk and along the rocks, but eventually we made our way down to the sand for a little bit. We even put Peanut down in the sand and leaned her against the wall for some cute pictures.



I had an idea for a great shot all worked out, but it didn't quite turn out how I had envisioned. Penny kept slumping over and people kept walking into the shot in the background. She of course put her hand in the sand, the same hand that spends 80% of the time in her mouth, so we quickly brushed the sand off.




It didn't seem like she was in the sand that long, but later on, when we changed her, she had a ton of sand in her diaper. Poor itchy butt. I guess it doesn't take long for sand to get everywhere. She was a trooper though, and seemed to be enjoying herself. Well, I don't know if she enjoyed herself, per se, but she didn't get pissed, so that was a victory.



All in all it was a fun day. One of those days that you feel lucky to live in such a beautiful place. And I even got to eat a delicious burger from Burger Lounge, one of my favorite places in town. I freaking love it, and if you haven't tried it yet, I highly suggest going there as soon as you can (if you like burgers, that is).

Until the next gorgeous day…