We had a great week in California! The boys LOVED the beach. We went every day. We tried to go to the pool a few times, but Parker said that was not as much fun, and he wanted to go to the beach so he could get DIRTY! They loved digging tunnels (and crawling through them), racing cars in the sand, catching sand crabs, playing in the surf, and getting buried.

No one liked when Mike lost Ryan in the waves... that's right, Mike took Ryan out to play in the crashing waves, and got nailed by one crashing on top of them... Ryan slipped out of his hands, Mike came up, couldn't find him, dove to the bottom, and pulled Ryan up from the bottom of the ocean! Poor kid. He cried for a minute, but still wanted to play in the water.

Parker had an equally tramatic experience, but this time on dry land. He ran ahead of us in hall and pushed the button for the elevator, he got on and it closed before we got there. He got off on the floor it opened and Mike could hear him crying for "his daddy"... however, Mike didn't know if he got off, was on the elevator, and which one. I was still down the hall. It took us a few minutes to find him on the right floor and catch up to him, but he was OK. A nice couple waiting on the couch outside the elevator and was trying to call our room (they got Parker to tell them his last name). Parker was sooooo sad. Everytime we walked in the hotel from that point on, he would grab our hands and tell us to hold tight so he wouldn't get lost again. He still brings it up almost every night about how the elevator makes him sad. Hopefully he has learned to stay close to us now.

Well, CA may just have to be a frequently visited place for us. Apparently, it is the BEST! There is a beach, a hotel, and Legoland (although we didn't go this time.) Parker now tells everyone that when he turns 4 on his birthday he will be big enough to learn how to surf. (Since this summer I said he was not old enough to try... oh boy... didn't know that 4 was old enough. I have a feeling that he might just remember this next year!) He now wants to be a SLOW race car drive (because you have to follow the speed limit so you don't go to jail), and a SURFER DUDE. Oh boy.

Ryan, well... he was just happy hugging and flirting with the girls... and any girl on the beach that had a ball... oh boy, watch out. He watched some volleyball players for almost an hour - couldn't tell if he was watching the girls or the ball. Trouble, I tell you! Trouble.