Mom and Evan decided to be crazy spontaneous and make the 9 hour drive down to surprise me for me birthday. I have a sneaky suspicion it had more to do with the good waves that Hurricane Bill brought in than with me, but I’ll take what I can get.
Here is Brad serving as wingman to Evan. These two girls wanted to try surfing. They “tried” for about a half hour. (They tried my patience is what they did. We didn’t rent the board for her!) When they finally came back the girl was still with them so I said something to my mom about how great it was that Evan had a new puppy to follow him around all day. The girl then laid down on a beach towel about 4 feet away. Turns out her group was sitting right next to me listening to me complain about her for the last half hour. Oops. Lesson learned: if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
Here’s a lovely thought:
And here’s a sneak peek at the new neighborhood:
Ezra certainly enjoyed it. Which is good because he’ll only be enjoying sweets on rare occasion! I can’t believe how hyper he was afterward and he didn’t even eat that much cake! 
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