"But Amie," you say, "Why don't don't you just use a normal camera? Upload them like you used to?" Because it's 2013 and no one my age uses separate cameras anymore unless they have spent real money to buy a good one! We have a camera, and I even know where it is, but, seriously, I have a hard enough time remembering to bring my phone with me when I leave the house (an ongoing annoyance to my dear husband ;) )
Anyway, I did take some pictures at a couple things this week and I will try my darndest to bring a camera on our adventures more often.
So.
Eliza, randomly, on Wednesday morning tells me that she wants to build a snowman. This is May 1. In San Diego. So, I do what any modern mom does. I Googled how to make indoor snowmen.
And found out how.
I love the internet.
So, what I found is that if you take a box of corn starch (about 11 oz?) and a can of foam shaving cream (used Barasol because a) I can't help thinking of the old Barasol bilboards, even though I never actually saw one and b) it was the cheapest) and you mix them together. When you first add the shaving cream to the corn starch it sticks to your hands and is a little messy. Most kids would love this. But not my daughter! She's related to her father and I couldn't get her to play with it until after I got a wire wisk and mixed it all up really well. BUT. Once it's mixed up only the corn starch sticks to your hands, and then only a little bit.
So the next morning
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Happy girl in her Scooby Doo Jammies |
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My sister-in-law says it looks like a Calvin and Hobbs Snowman. I'm ok with that. |
This is what we did after we made our snowman.
The weather hadn't been too great earlier in the week (only about 65) and it was supposed to get up to 85 on Thursday, so we decided to head to the beach. I couldn't decide which beach so we just went to Coronado and I looked until I saw one that looked good. This is actually facing the water on the inside of the pennisula, so there weren't any waves there. We drove by and I thought it make be good for a two year-old to not have to fight the waves. The buildings behind Eliza are beach-front hotels, so that's where the Pacific ocean actually is. While it was probably a good choice (when we drove by later the surf was really, really rough) the tide was low and the sand got kind of dirty and slimy down by the water. And she's Jared's daughter, so she didn't care for the mud. Really though, she's two so she was more than happy to be somewhere where she could play with her shovel and her bucket. She got kind of bored after about 20 minutes of playing by herself, but luckily some little girls her age came to play at the park just off the beach (20 feet from where our stuff was) so she got to go play with them for a while.
This child is such an extrovert.
On our way home from the beach we saw some friends with their kiddie pool out, so we stopped and swam some more for about 45 minutes before we headed home for nap time. I knew she was ready to go when she kept getting out of the pool to come lie down on her towel and ask me to cover her up.