We got up really early and drove through the morning fog towards the 101 Freeway South. Anaheim Hills was our destination.
Steve loaded up an old iPod of mine for Grady. This is a first for him and for the eight hours ahead of us, it was most definitely needed. I stopped by the library for books on CD's earlier in the week and my tech-savvy husband downloaded Farmer Boy, Cicada Summer and Alvin Ho! for G's listening pleasure. G is an excellent traveller and never once asked "are we there yet?" on our eight-hour journey to Southern California.
He was handsomely rewarded when we arrived at my best friend's house and quickly changed into his bathing suit. He jumped in the pool (many, many times) and perfected his face-belly-flop combo within hours of our arrival. Ouch!
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