Nine years ago, my sister went to Los Angeles to participate in a UCLA math something-or-other and met a very tall fellow who took her on a first date to the Santa Monica pier and kissed her on the beach, and then they fell in love. This summer? They got married!
What did this mean for me? It meant that I was very happy for my sister. (Yay love!) It also meant, I took my 1-year-old baby across the country to go to his aunt's wedding (and mama got hives for real). Pictured above is our first day in our sweet Airbnb in Westwood, which we shared with my parents and brother and his family. Also pictured: My amazing baby boy. And: My not-quite-as-amazing-but-still-notable polka-dot shorts.
Look at Thomas working on his walking! We spent our first full day in Griffith Park. We went to the train museum, thought about going to the zoo, but didn't, tried to go to the Observatory, but couldn't find parking (Oh LA), and then went back home to our sweet Airbnb because it was so sweet why not spend more time there? (Hot tub. Pool. Yes sir.)