Sometimes life just takes over, doesn't it? But somewhere in the blur of the past week, the boys and I managed to drive up to work with the husband and spend a morning at the Santa Monica Pier. Weather was perfect and the boys had a blast. There was a lot of up and down on the ferris wheel as well as a lot of up on top of the pier and down below the pier.
And there was also a lot of round and round on the merry-go-round. The carnival sound of merry-go-round music is capable of luering any red-blooded child to those brightly painted horses and galloping jackrabbits. I could have stayed there going up and down and round and round all day long... as opposed to stopped dead in my tracks in traffic on the I-10.
Sometimes life just takes over, doesn't it? But somewhere in the blur of the past week, the boys and I managed to drive up to work with the husband and spend a morning at the Santa Monica Pier. Weather was perfect and the boys had a blast. There was a lot of up and down on the ferris wheel as well as a lot of up on top of the pier and down below the pier.
And there was also a lot of round and round on the merry-go-round. The carnival sound of merry-go-round music is capable of luering any red-blooded child to those brightly painted horses and galloping jackrabbits. I could have stayed there going up and down and round and round all day long... as opposed to stopped dead in my tracks in traffic on the I-10.
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