Last week we took Peyton for her first vacation to California. We were worried that she would get fussy on the plane, but she was absolutely perfect. She did not cry once and she smiled at everyone that noticed her….which was basically everyone. I got stopped like 30 times in the airport by people that just wanted to look at her and make faces at her. I know people just naturally love babies, but she is really extra cute which makes them even more fanatical. When we got to California we stopped at Huntington Beach. Peyton was really sleepy until she saw the ocean. She loved watching the waves and the seagulls. The first day was pretty relaxed…we just unpacked and ate dinner.
The next day we went to the swap meet in the morning. We got some stuff for Peyton (as usual) and noticed a trend with pricing. If I asked what the price was….they would give me a ridiculously high price. If James or my mom asked….the price would be much lower. At one place I asked about an outfit for Peyton and they told me it was $30. My mom came up after and they said the price was $11. Can you believe it? Talk about discrimination. We got back to Grandmas and they had a birthday dinner planned for my mom. After dinner she opened presents and we played poker.
The next day we decided we would try another swap meet because the rain was so bad and my dad thought the other one was mainly indoors. We drove there, but it wasn’t indoors and no one was there. We decided to drive to Horton Plaza which is this expensive mall in downtown San Diego. This day just kept getting worse and worse. The parking lot was really expensive and we spent 30 minutes trying to find a way in from the parking garage…..which we found out later didn’t matter because the mall didn’t open for another hour. So we waited for it to open and that is when the shopping chaos began. My mom loves to shop and so do I. My Dad hates shopping in general and James only likes to shop for himself. Everyone kept arguing about where to go or complaining about how long we were in each store. The elevators were another issue. They only have a few sets of elevators at each end of the mall and they have half levels with ramps and stairs. Somehow we got to a level that the only way down was either to walk to the other end of the mall or carry the stroller down the stairs. It was really frustrating. We ended up carrying it down the stairs and had a large group of people waiting behind us which totally stressed us out. This whole time it is still raining really badly so we were soaking wet. Then the boys started complaining that they were hungry so we decided to go to Anthony’s. I have been there before and it was really good….but it was horrible this time. The one thing on the menu that is not fish was pasta with red sauce and chicken. It was just not good at all. Then we left and started heading towards Grandmas. The whole time everyone was arguing. After we got back just the three of us (James, Peyton, and I) went to Walmart to get formula for Peyton and then just walked around JC Penny. We got to Grandmas late for dinner and everyone was still arguing and it was still raining. All and all it was a crappy day.
The next day we went to Imperial Beach and yes…it was still raining. We went to the end of the pier and got attacked by Pigeons. We then went down on the beach and for about 25 minutes the sun came out. Halleluiah. And then it started raining again. After that we went back to Grandmas to celebrate a birthday dinner for her. We got Grandma some hand soaps for her bathrooms, a vanilla diffuser, and a picture frame with Peyton’s hand prints in it.
The next day we went to Coronado and it actually wasn’t raining……which would have been good if it hadn’t been replaced with wind storms. We couldn’t even go on the beach because the sand was blasting everything. We went to the Coronado Hotel and my Mom bought Peyton a few toys and then we walked to the ice cream shop. Somewhere between the hotel and the ice cream shop my Mom lost the bag of toys. My Dad went back and luckily someone had sat the bag by the side of a garbage can. That night we went to Aunt Connie and Uncle Dick’s house and ate dinner. Uncle Dick cooked some amazing food and we met their new puppy. He is a golden retriever/poodle mix and at 4 months old he was huge.
The last day we were there we packed and James got the oil changed in the car. Then the sun finally came out and we got some darling pictures of Peyton playing in Grandmas back yard. Even though it was constant rain, fighting, and horrible restaurants…..I still enjoyed myself. Peyton was a perfect angel the entire trip and I got to spend a lot of time with her and James. It was so good to see my family and I can’t wait to go back again.
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