Saying Goodbye to Daddy// Third Birthday


Lyla turns three this Saturday, no big plans like her first birthday, but a little more than her second (we took her to the Jacksonville Zoo). Unfortunately, it turns out that Lyla's third birthday will be the first that Alan misses due to a deployment. Since Alan won't be here on her birthday, we decided that spreading out special moments leading up to Lyla's birthday would be better than throwing a huge party that he would miss out on. 

 We spent an entire day hanging out at the La Jolla cove catchin' some rays, hanging out with the sea lions, and playing in the water.

I can't get over how adorable Lyla is in her watermelon bathing suit from Target.

 

Lyla hates being dirty, so I was completely shocked when she let us burry her in the sand and then asked for us to do it three more times. 

She was not too thrilled about the "gross green stuff", but ventured out with her Daddy anyway.

   After the beach we headed to the nearest Cold Stone Creamery for some ice-cream and posted a bit on snapchat. 

We were so busy that I didn't have time to bake a cake (I'll bake a real one on her actual birthday) so I just bought one and threw some sprinkles on it--simple and cute, right?

Completely intrigued by her little critter friend.


We had to say goodbye to our favorite guy this week, it's always hard when you're away from your other half. I'm not really sure how much of the concept Lyla grasps, but she cries for her Daddy at bedtime, then gets overly excited when I tell her he's on a big ship--she thinks he's a "good pirate". We're going to take this all one day at a time and continue our adventures, that way when Alan comes home we'll have so much to tell him. 


Update: Theft, House Hunting, and more.




Hey guys! I feel like I've been away forever, I also feel like I say that often--sorry. Actually, I'm not really sure how sorry I am, after all my sanity comes before blogging. Right?  There has been way too much going on lately and it doesn't look like the road is going to get less bumpy any time soon. If you don't know, we recently had a vehicle stolen from our gated community. Dealing with the loss of a vehicle has been incredibly stressful, especially since it was Alan's daily commuter/pride and joy. Since we are still waiting for our insurance to get back to us (which is taking a really long time) Alan has been using the car to go to work, leaving Lyla and I house bound until he returns. Everything has been a little out of whack lately, moods included.

One thing that really sucks about San Diego, is that it's a border city and with that comes a lot of crime; this is a reality for even wealthy and gated communities (which we are in). Since the theft, we've been more motivated to look for a new home--one with a garage. How's house hunting? Pfft. The San Diego market is so outrageous right now we would be stupid to buy anything. When homes that are located in considerably bad neighborhoods are selling for half a million dollars, you know there's a problem.

Apart from everything else, Alan will be deploying soon and it's safe to say that Lyla and I are not looking forward to it. I am not sure that Lyla totally understands what is going to happen, but we talk to her about it almost every day. I find that she copes with things more appropriately when we communicate with her and let her know what's going to happen. I always try to remind myself that she understands a lot more than even I realize--and she really does, she's so smart.

Since Alan is leaving, we are trying to slow down a little bit and really focus on spending quality time together as both a couple and a family. Since our schedules have been whacky, a lot of our quality time has been spent laying around in our shorts (and shorter short shorts) watching movies and cuddling. We will be taking vacation very shortly and I am looking forward to just giving up some control--self proclaimed control freak here! Though, I'm sure many others would agree with me. I just want to enjoy every minute of this vacation and avoid the thought of something going terribly wrong like our last mini vacay.

XoXo,
Lo