It of course starts with a trip to a mall - The South Coast Plaza. An impressive place, generating $800 per square foot yearly, but more importantly providing excellent wide, flat walking spaces for a young girl to toddle around and limitless punters to exclaim "she is so cute!" "We're very proud," Hannah and I remarked on more than one occasion. We enjoyed a delicious meal at Marche Moderne (great food, bad website).
Then it was the annual "Swimming of the British" where limbs so white that they could be used in a detergent commercial are put on display at the Woodbury Country Club. We waited until the sun had gone down (to avoid the chance of a tan) and slipped into the cool waters of the lagoon pool. Too cool, a screaming Frankie confirmed after 30 seconds. She was dried and warmed by her loving mother as we staved off hypothermia with only the power of our minds. The margaritas back at Jim and Gen's were necessary anti-freeze.
Run! Babyzilla attacks block city!!
This range of shops is more to Frankie's liking than yesterday.
Born to live in the OC.
Later, in the (strangely empty) pool.
Please, help me, I can't feel my legs!
Dry, warm, happy.
