Pedja had to work, so I took the kids up to Oxnard to my dads beach house for a sleep over.
Saturday we all had dinner at a dive Mexican joint, and while I had one of the worst meals ever, (and by the way, got an instant migraine from the pine-sol they were cleaning with while I was eating said terrible meal), Luka had "the best fish tacos EVER"
Funny how it happens that way. And once again, Maya chocked on a tortilla chip.
Why would I give her tortilla chips ever again if she choked one one? Because Im a work- of-a- mother- in -progress and she loves them.
But yes, she chokes on them pretty often. They are actually the only thing she has ever choked on. THANKFULLY.
Sunday my dad took Luka fishing at 5am, and he caught not 1, not 2, but 8, YES 8 fish!
Needless to say, this was "the BEST FISHING TRIP EVER!!!'
It's really nice to seen him
1) sooo happy
2)succeed at something he loves
3)enjoy time with my dad.
Maya and I hung out with "nana" (Maya decided Nancy was now nana) while they were gone
We went to the teeny Oxnard farmer's market, drove around town in the golf cart, played some soccer, and went to the beach. Maya rolled around in the sand, and threw it everywhere. She had a blast but had no desire to go near the big scary cold ocean, which was fine with me.
Tonight, they will be enjoying his catch of the day for dinner.
