Yesterday we enjoyed a trip to the Manhattan Beach Pier. Before that we also enjoyed some delicious Café Rio (no, I won’t even mention that I also went there the day before, with just Munchkin, while Diva was at school.)
It was surprisingly clear and not too cold. I wouldn’t mind living there. Not one little bit.
We had some cute cousins for company.
This “little” guy is nine months old. He is so darn adorable I can’t handle it. And he’s also bigger than Munchkin, in height AND weight. It’s hilarious. His daddy has big plans for his future, most of it involving football.
“What the heck are you looking at?!”
I can just picture her thoughts here. Something involving Ariel, the ocean, mermaids, Prince Eric.
Little Munchkin. Little daredevil. Yes, she attempted to climb to the top rung of those railings. Yes, she gave us heart attacks.