On Sunday we did our best to get everyone ready and fed so that we could go to church. We didn’t realize it was daylight savings so to our befuddlement, it was 9am before these things happened. (The fact that Clarissa slowed everything down by pooping in the bath didn’t really help.)
So we drove straight to the Getty, my favorite museum on the planet. I couldn’t believe it had been over a decade since I last visited. (I used to spend a lot of time here when I lived in California with my dad.) My favorite thing about the Getty is the museum itself. To me, every part of the Getty feels like a deep breath of pure air. The travertine, the sunshine, the water, the gardens, the art…it’s one of my favorite places on earth. I don’t ever want to go a decade without visiting again. (Honestly, I’m trying to figure out how to relocate so I can be docent there or just move straight in, if they’ll let me!)
We attempted to do a tour with all four kids, but midway the earpieces for the entire group broke down, and with the stroller we couldn’t get close enough to hear our guide. So Abe took the kids outside to play while I browsed the gift shop for puzzles, prints for our dinner conversations, and some books. Then I took the kids to the play room (which is awesome) while Abe explored the museum. These were my happiest hours on this trip (and it was mostly a very happy trip!).
The following are pictures of paintings Mary asked me to photograph:
And back to experience photos:
Now these are photos Abe took of art he loved:
After the Getty, we went to the Santa Monica beach and spent a couple hours playing in the sand…and the waves. I had no intention of letting anyone get wet, but by the end, everyone except Clarissa and I was completely wet and sandy–including, of course, Abe.
After the beach we had frozen yogurt for dinner. The person working at the shop was the NICEST person ever. His name was Rudy and he was so sweet, asking us questions about Utah, our kids, and our church.
After this, we went to the L.A. temple and visited the visitor’s center there. Ammon pooped in the potty there!!!! We were soooo proud of him.
And then we drove to the Homewood Suites next to the Long Beach airport and went to bed ASAP because we had an early morning flight to catch. It was a wonderful, glorious day.