In the Golden Afternoon

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Whenever I spend enough time in the sun to get any color (i.e., for the sunblock in my moisturizer to be baked off my face and rendered null), I can never tell if my hair also got bleached lighter blonde or if having a slightly darker (pinker) face is just making it look that way. Regardless, I’m a little pink and possibly a bit blonder, and here’s how we spent Sunday afternoon:

(On the way to our final destination, Wombat apparently stopped to get some botox lip injections.)

See that little patch of beach in the lower left? That’s where we’re headed.

I can see my house from here! (No, you can’t.)

Holly reserved a picnic spot at Kirby Cove and invited some friends for a potluck. The best way to describe the location is: “Ridiculous.”

The best way to describe the food is: “I couldn’t stop eating and now I’m having two babies, one of whom is made entirely of pasta salad.”

There were a pack of kids there, which I thought would be great for getting Wombat out of our hair (he is still being…challenging), but as it turns out, he preferred being in Auntie Holly’s hair to everything else, and I have quite a few pictures of them in the midst of special one-on-one Wombat/Holly activities that included flying a kite, running down the beach, getting in some good, uh, “face time”(?), and playing house high on a hill where no one could reach them. (“Holly was the mommy and I was the daddy!”)

He also put his jacket under her feet before massaging them, which is only upsetting because he never does that for ME.

Massage snub aside, it was a glorious day of eating and lounging and absorbing every last molecule of everything great about living in the Bay Area.

Like I said: RIDICULOUS.

Here’s thirty seconds of the day (and a few more photos here).

At T-minus sixteen days until Baby Day, if this is the last social event we’ll get to all summer, you won’t hear me complain.