On a typical weekend in Malibu we usually try to stay at home and enjoy relaxing and spending time as a family.
Mostly because Malibu fills up with tourist EVERY weekend, Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) crawls to a stop, all the trails are single file, illegally parked cars EVERYWHERE and tourists taking in the sights at every beach.
Us locals typically venture out on weekdays only.
This Sunday though, the weather was so pleasant and we thought that most folks would have taken their vacation already so we decided to visit Bluffs Park.
Traffic was just bad (not horrible) but the park was full of people. We walked a little bit further to find a quiet place to snap some photos.
The sun was beating down but the breeze was nice and cool.
Plus I didn’t break my Pokemon Go streak so that was pretty nice.
When Oliver was born, Bluffs Park was the very first place he went to outside our neighborhood.
I have this gorgeous photo of the two of us, that my mom took that just oozes with love.
I begged my husband to recreate it.
So we marched down to the cliffside and I cooed and aaaahhhed at Oliver but he was NOT having it. He wouldn’t smile, he just kind of rolled his eyes and sighed.
It’s true, special split second moments cannot be recreated. We have to enjoy each and every nanosecond with the baby because we’ll blink and he’ll be grown.