La Paz Beaches

We keep meaning to walk around town—get out and do something productive. But day after day Lowe wakes up from his nap and Ouest says, “I want to go swimming. Be a mermaid.” So off to the beach we go. Then we plan on going out for tacos for dinner, but by the time we get home from the beach we’re all sun-baked, tired, and ready to call it a night—so instead of tacos Ali whips up grilled cheese sandwiches and mounds of fruit. We eat, bathe, and go to bed. It’s incredible sometimes how quickly a day can disappear with these two around.