Firsts. Even as parents we can have firsts. Or near firsts rather.
Yesterday, I took public transportation. In a new city. First.
Then I had to find out where to get off, without asking for directions. First.
I then wandered around that new city all by myself. First.
Only to wind up at an annual Art Festival. Awesome.
While looking around, at the tye dye art, handmade jewelry, oil paintings, crafted pottery and colored glass, I came across an artist who made personalized note cards for children. Each name was listed under the letter. B had Bailey, Betty, Bertha, Brittany, etc. Naturally, I walked to her booth to check it out. As I was looking for the “K” for Kenley, as the name Kenley came into my mind, I heard an elderly woman next to me say, “they don’t have Kenley“. I said, ummm… what did you just say?
She explained that she was looking for her 3 year old granddaughters name Kenley. I told her I was just looking for the K’s to look up that exact name for my daugther. I asked her how she spelled her Kenley… and it is spelled K.e.n.l.e.y.. what a small world. As Mr. Robinson, there is probably a 1 in a million chance that I would walk up to a booth, in a small beach town, looking for a random name, only to have another person looking for the same random name, spelled the same way, for her grandchild. Freaky. It must be a sign. A sign for what? I don’t know….
Mr. Robinson has been having a blast, double fisted happy in fact. He surprised me by getting us a room on a floor that provide food and beverages throughout the day. In order to get her return on investment I think my boy is eating and drinking extra hard. So hard in fact, that he is already sound asleep next to me– and it’s only 9:00 pm PST. Bless his happy heart.
This gold-painted fire hydrant cracks us up. Only in Laguna. I mean seriously, who paints a fire hydrant gold? I love it.
The weather here is unbelievable. I often wonder if the locals realize how wonderful their drop dead views are, and how nice this year round weather is. Imagine, outdoor heaters in August?!
After we finished calling our sweet poodles on the phone, and wishing Aunt Muffy a happy birthday, we befriended a hummingbird 2 yards in front of our eyes. I am having editing with drawls, as this photo is awesome as is. Just need to swink to see the little bugar.
We finally asked the bellman to take a photo of us together.
Had to snap a photo of this road intersecting with Pacific Coast Highway. Just for you Mom!
Mr. Robinson got a few pointers on focal points today… he is a quick learner.
So, I am blurry in this photo but… this Milkshake Shake was featured recently in Rachel Ray’s $40 a day Travel Show on the Food Network. Mr. Robinson spotted it as we were headed south on PCH cruising in our black Mazda compact rental. The peanut butter milkshake did not disappoint. We slurped it down overlooking the cliff and Pacific. How many times can I type Pacific in one post? Pacific. Pacific. Pacific. There… pacific. Okay, done.
Ahhh… but what you cannot see beyond the chain link fence we the beautiful sunset. We went to a local, quaint Italian dinner tonight where they served fetuchinni with shrimp, muscles, clams in a white wine sauce with garlic and olive oil. Delious.
Then drove along the _____ highway and found an overlook. Even the husband said he has never seen so many boats in one place. Not even at the White Trash Bash.
I was not amiss to what today signifies. Three years ago today, Kenley was undergoing her 6 hour open heart surgery. I am so thankful that she is alive today, healthy and just as importantly, has no recollection of it whatsoever. Occassionally, she will put to her faint scar which runs horizontally across her chest and say, “Dat’s where I had hardt surgrey“ but what that means, I am sure she does not know. Thank you Lord for giving us our baby girl to continue raising. Every day with each of our lovies is a blessing and a gift, and does not go unaccounted for.