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.