Surf City

WORST

Eli loves this show called "On Surfari." It is a documentary style show about a couple (who now have two kids) and travel the world to find surf breaks.  They are two of the coolest people I have ever seen, especially since both of their babies have been born and raised in this see-the-world-and-surf lifestyle.  The couple amerce themselves in the local culture in between surf sessions so you get to learn about different places and people.  

Recently they visited a place called the Popoyo Surf Lodge in Los Salinas, Nicaragua.  We were watching the episode and Eli said "I'm going to go there."  Several weeks later after much more research Eli and his best friend from college were on a plane with their surfboards to Managua.

But he was gone for 5 days and Babyhead and I missed him terribly.  So even though I couldn't be happier for him that he was able surf his heart out and experience a new country...it makes the Worst list because 3 isn't a crowd in our house.

BEST

Luckily Eli returned from his trip in time for us to celebrate our second ever Father's Day. Of course he wanted to spend it eating pancakes and playing in the ocean.  Especially since he found Tavian a baby wet suit which has been his dream for his son since Babyhead was in the womb.  

With tummies full of pancakes we headed to the beach, pulled on our wet suits (yesss I finally fit back into mine...yahoo!) and got our feet wet.  Really just our feet, despite the wet suit Babyhead is not quite used to the ocean yet...it was more about wearing them all together!

Eli's parents, Fran and Henry joined us at the beach. Fran bought the two fathers "Dad's' Sodas"  and my gift was a home made chocolate cake.  Edible gifts are the best!!

Wet suit on and ready...

Eli experimented with Tavian on the boogie board.  His mission if for Babyhead to catch a wave before the age of 2. God help me!

A well deserved nap on the way home.  Tavian usually rests his hands behind his head when he is in his car seat...hilarious.

Home is where the heart is

Yesterday I got in the Murano and drove up to Pacific Grove in Monterey. A home needed my help and I was on the way.  Our good friend the honorable Captain of Special Forces Patrick Flood is taking a break from his deployments to Afghanistan and scored himself a nice little home in PG where he can study hard as he attends the graduate school here.

He was suddenly left on his own to move into a new house and try to make it his own.  But they were in need of help...of my help, both Flood and the house.

We are about 42 hrs into the project and it is going well.  Flood is able to envision this house as his home with every box we unpack.

Back in LA, where my home is, my heart misses being there. To hold and kiss my two boys and extra kisses to the little one. So before I went to sleep tonight I watched a few movies of Tavian to make me feel better. 

BEST

Color coding Patrick's ties and folding them perfectly to fit in his top drawer.  When you open it a blast a fabulousness hits you as you stare at all the colors and patterns neatly coordinated.  It is just one of those moments in life...

Also I did not junk out on food during my 5 hour drive by myself on Thursday.  Usually I convince myself that since I am on the road I deserve an In n Out cheeseburger with fries.  It will help me get through the next hour.  BUT not this time baby!  I made it on packed-from-home strawberries, nectarines, and yogurt.

WORST

It is very cold up here as I am cuddled under  three blankets while wearing a hooded sweatshirt to asleep.  Another long day tomorrow but the results will be sooo good brotha!