Bodega Bay

We made an impromptu day trip to Bodega Bay.

 Pure joy.

 Pure joy.

 And then there's the reality of just how cold the water is when you fall in.

Mark wrote Isabella's name in the sand.

But then the "ocean eraser" (aka the tide) washed it away.

Because the trip was so last minute I quickly threw together a bag of food from what we had left in the kitchen: 2 bananas, 1 peanut butter and honey sandwich, a package of graham crackers, a ziploc bag of leftover croissants, and some Goldfish. Isabella declared it the "best picnic ever."

As we were winding up our afternoon at the beach, Mark and Isabella devised a game where they climbed up a big sand hill, kicked a ball down the hill, and chased after it.

 It was super fun. And if you're not convinced, I zoomed in on some of the photos:

As we walked back to our car, Isabella said this was "the best vacation ever!". I'm so happy such small things make her so happy because sometimes I get caught up in the fact that she's never been to Disneyland or taken a trip on a plane somewhere. But I guess she doesn't need that (yet), and that makes me happy too.