where's the beach: December 2009

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Rozzi's 3 Month Update

Rozzi is 3 months old today. That's 1/4 of a year already. Here's her stats:

-At her 2 month appointment she was 10 lbs and 23.5 inches. So I'm guessing she's around 12 lbs by now. Chunkster.

-Her favorite color is pink, I think.

-She loooooves the tub and can swim like a frog.

-Her nicknames are: Boogaloo, chicken kicker, nug bug, snugster, papparozzi, rasta rozzi....

-Her eyes are blue....or sometimes greenish....or maybe just grey.... I don't know.

-I dare her to stay awake in the car, swing, or stroller. Betcha can't.

-Her favorite food is her hand.

-She can say hi. She can.

-I'm pretty sure she's right handed. Her loss.

-She haaaates the booger sucker and dad picking her nose with a Qtip.

-I think she's starting to fake cry.

-She has to sleep with crickets and frogs chirping all night. I like it too. Sounds like we're camping.

-She has the typical baby mullet that I want to shave off.

-She has super long eyelashes and poor little goopy eye.

-Her favorite band is the Black Eyed Peas.

-She is the bomb.com

Thursday, December 3, 2009

For Thanksgiving Jeff really wanted to rent a beach house in Southern California. Maybe just a little shack on the sand where we could hang out and surf all day. Well, apparently, after like a 2 month search on Craigslist, beach houses are usually huge, expensive, require a week stay, and aren't even on the beach. He was soooo bummed. But we seriously had to get out of here so we decided to just cruise down the 1 and see what happened.

First stop: Big Sur and the 17 mile drive

Rozzi looks like a boy. She needs a bow. There's flowers on her pants I promise.
Don't let this cute Chevron fool you. Gas was over $4. Waterfall on da beach. Nature!

Next stop: Pismo

A little Marie Callendar's for Thanksgiving dinner (semi-decent) and a stroll down the pier at night.

Destination #3: Ventura
We rolled up and saw this glorious sight: RINCON

Glassy meat monsters just consistently dumping perfect barrels! All the sudden it was like wait, where's Jeff? Who's Jeff? Oh, you mean Wu? The diggler came alive! He got the stoke back! Rozzi got kind of scared from all the screaming! But....since there was like a hundred people out he decided to settle for this surf spot just down the street:

What!? More perfect barrels? What is this place?

Destination #4: San Clemente . . . bad idea

After some amazing surf we kept charging down the 1 to San Clemente. I would strongly recommend not driving on the 1 between Santa Monica and Long Beach. After a couple hours and about 300 stop lights, I was starving, Jeff was salty, Rozzi was over it, and we were all super tired. Too Heavy! But we charged it and woke up to this beautiful little town. A little Surfin' Donuts for breakfast anyone? Brent? Katie? Hit up the Rip Curl outlet and then back to Ventura. Had to hit up Rincon before dark.

Last stop: Rincon

Best idea ever. We walked up and 3 people were in the oval office shaking hands with the president! As Buster would say it was off the hook! And guess who paddled up right next to the Wu? Yep, the man himself. Kelly. Just workin' the 9 to 5 shooting his next video. What? Somebody sprayed me in the face? Oh excuse me Dane Reynolds. Was I in your way? Needless to say my husband can die a happy man. His life is complete. Don't think we didn't get pictures, cuz we did. But you gotta be kidding me.... ALL BLURRY!!!! All 5 of them! Tragedy!!!