Jun 25, 2015

Another "weird" name...

Micah and I struggled to name this beautiful second daughter of ours, even though we've kept a long running list of potential baby names for both girls and boys for quite a few years now. Zianne was always at the top of that list, but we have quite a few other girl names on it that I thought we loved too. Micah and I agree on lots of names and I've always said we could easily name at least ten babies together.

By the 24th week of pregnancy, we had a hunch we were having a girl due to the presence of a cyst in the baby's pelvis. The cyst later disappeared so we didn't let the doctors give us any details, but our elementary scientific reasoning told us it was probably an ovarian cyst and therefore the pressure was on to name a second daughter. And suddenly we felt stuck. Or rather, Micah felt stuck. I was happy to choose from many of the names on our list, but he suddenly found himself comparing each name to Zianne and it fell short in his eyes. I understand his point... it's hard to give a child your "second favorite" name.

Talitha was never on our official list, and I never mentioned it to Micah until halfway through this pregnancy when he vetoed every name from our girl list. I actually stumbled upon the name Talitha back when I was pregnant with Zianne. About a month before she was born, I read Mark 5 where Jesus raises Jairus' daughter from the dead. He says to her "Talitha cumi" which means "Little girl,  I say to you, arise." I thought to myself "Talitha would be a pretty name for a girl." However, at the time we were set with Zianne as our girl name and I never uttered Talitha to Micah. In fact, I hardly thought of it again until just a few months ago.

With the impending arrival of another baby and no girl name at all, I mentioned the name Talitha to Micah one day. I watched him ponder it. This was the first name I had suggested that didn't receive a hasty "no." He told me he liked it. He wasn't certain about it, but it was pretty and he appreciated the Biblical meaning behind it. As we talked about the name Talitha over the next few weeks, Micah came up with one stipulation. If we were going to give our child another "weird name," she had to have a really "normal" middle name to go with it. We threw around some ideas such as Ruth or June, but finally settled on Joy. Joy is a family name on Micah's side. It's the middle name of both his grandma and his sister Kayla, who has lived with us for the past three years. Kayla is such a special part of our family and she is leaving in just a few days to serve on an 11 month mission trip around the world. We are so sad to see her go, although we are excited for her trip and the ways God will use her this next year. She is truly a woman filled with joy and such a loving aunt to Zianne. We would love for our both our daughters to follow her example in the way she loves and serves others with her whole heart. {Plus, we are secretly hoping if we name our offspring after her, Kayla will come live with us again after her trip is over.}

Our prayer is that Talitha Joy will be a girl, and someday a woman, who arises with joy each day. We hope she loves others well and serves God's kingdom sacrificially. May she be a shining example to others as she clings to the hope of Christ in all circumstances.

Jun 23, 2015

Talitha's Birth Story

I was fairly accurate on most of my predictions about Talitha’s birth, except I never would have guessed she would arrive a day before her due date. All my mom’s babies were {very} late and Zianne was nine days late, so I didn’t think it was possible for women in my bloodline to have a baby before its due date.

Up until Wednesday I was telling people I thought baby #2 would arrive the next weekend. My due date was Saturday the 13th, and I thought the baby would come between the following Thursday and Sunday and nice, healthy 5-8 days past due.

However, on Thursday I felt… different. I didn’t necessarily think labor was imminent, but looking back I wonder if I was subconsciously preparing for it. Physically, the baby felt lower and heavier than ever before. I don’t think she dropped necessarily, but I felt like she was pressing down on my pelvis for the first time ever. I ran some crucial last minute errands on Thursday morning, including picking up our cord blood donation kit and getting my pre-labor pedicure. It turns out I did both of these tasks JUST in the nick of time.

As I bustled around town on Thursday, I started wondering when I would go into labor instead of just assuming it was still a long ways off. I ran into Walmart that afternoon to pick up a few items, and I remember thinking as I pulled into my parking spot, "It’s funny you don’t know when your labor story is going to start. You could be doing something totally normal {like shopping} and not realize it’s about to be part of your birth story.” As I was walking around the store, I thought to myself, “What if my water broke in here?” I’m so glad it didn’t, but I had no idea my water would be breaking in the next 12 hours.

I headed home for a busy afternoon and evening. I worked on my dissertation for a bit during Zianne’s nap and then my friend Shalyn brought her twin boys over to play. We let our three toddlers destroy the house for a few hours while we chatted. Shalyn’s husband had to work late that night so I insisted she stay for dinner. We joked that if only we were eating wings maybe the baby would come that night. My last meal before going into labor with Zianne was when Micah and I brought wings for dinner after the Baker’s twin boys were born.

After dinner I rushed off to our community group. Micah stayed home to watch the NBA Finals (because “it only happens once a year”) and he kept Zianne with him, as she was overtired and having a rough night. In retrospect, we wonder if Zianne sensed the baby was coming (they say mammals have this biological ability). While I was at community group, our generally good spirited toddler who loves spending time with dad was whiny and kept crying and asking for “mommmmy.” I heard her call out for me a few times from her crib later that night as well.

I got home and Micah and I cleaned up the toy explosion in our home. Micah decided to go to bed soon after, and I stayed up to finish some laundry. I watched Call the Midwife while folding {appropriate, yes?} and finally headed to bed around 12:30am.

I crawled into bed next to Micah, laid on my side, and a minute or two later I felt the tiniest little drip. It wasn’t anything drastic, but just enough to catch my attention as I was trying to drift off to sleep. I continued to lie there and about two minutes later I felt another tiny drip. “This feels familiar,” I thought. I jumped out of bed and leapt for the tile of the bathroom just a few feet away. As soon as I landed, I felt a gush. “This is happening now” I whispered to myself.

I didn’t wake Micah right away but instead enjoyed a leisurely shower, washing my hair and shaving my legs slowly, just like I did when my water broke with Z. It was fun to be the only one in the world that knew this baby was on its way, and I was filled with excitement. I spent my time in the shower praying over labor and delivery.

By the time I got out of the shower, I was starting to feel my contractions. Micah was still slumbering peacefully, so I decided to pack for the hospital before I woke him up. Although I had procrastinated on packing, I  had gotten out my suitcase and printed a packing list, so I took those items, along with some clothing and baby supplies, out to the kitchen where I folded and organized everything and checked each item off my list. I then dried my hair in the guest bathroom and at 2:30 am I decided to wake my husband.

Micah had been saying for weeks he hoped the baby would arrive on a Friday, so he could have the weekend off, take a full week off work, and then have another weekend to maximize his PTO. Now, as I tapped him awake at 2:30am, I whispered, “You are getting your wish. This baby is coming today… but you are going to have to wake up.” He smiled and proceeded to fall back asleep. I set his alarm for ten minutes later and left to room to finalize my packing.

By 3:30am, we were headed to the hospital. We left Z with Kayla at home and my mom came to get her in the morning when Kayla had to go to work. At this point I was having contractions every 3-5 minutes but they were only lasting 10-20 seconds. We arrived at triage and got checked in quickly. The nurse took my vitals and checked my dilation. I was at 4 cm. With Zianne, it took me over 12 hours to simply dilate to 3cm, so I considered 4 in just a few hours a roaring success. However, this is when my triage experience stopped being fun…

The nurse sampled my fluids to make sure my water had really broken. She returned and informed me that my water had indeed ruptured {as if I was unsure}, and that they had a room ready for me… but I would have to wait in triage a while longer because they didn’t have a nurse available to transition me to my room. I asked how long it would take and she said “maybe 30 minutes," which sounded absolutely miserable. I told her I would probably want an epidural once I was out of triage, so she was super nice and put in my IV for me and started me on some fluids so the anesthesiologist could come right away when I got to my room. That helped pass the time a little bit, but eventually I was all hooked up and there was nothing left to do but wait. And wait. And wait.

There is nothing worse than laboring in triage. You are lying on a tiny table and your husband is sitting in a hard plastic chair next to you. There are fluorescent lights overhead and you have to walk out into the hallway to use the bathroom. Micah started timing my contractions and they had stretched to 45 seconds. When at least 25 minutes had passed with me groaning on the table, Micah went out to get an update. The nurse returned and said she thought it would be at least another 15 minutes. She checked me one more time and I was at a 5. By this point, we had been in triage for almost two hours total, so when she offered to give me something to take the edge off the pain, I gave in. I was pretty sure they were just throwing time estimates at me and it might be another whole hour until I got to my room. When she came back to give me the drug another nurse accompanied her. I figured it was just someone assisting her in administering the medicine. She shot the Stadol into my IV and within 60 seconds I felt loopy and dizzy. As soon as I reached this state, the second nurse rolled a wheelchair up to me and told me I was going to my room. I looked at her in disbelief. If they would have told me my nurse was ready to transition me, I never would have taken the drug, but off I went to my room thinking “Is this what an acid trip is like?”

We got my room around 6:15am and I had my epidural by 6:45am. I don’t remember much during this period as everything was a blur from the Stadol and all the staff members I met were about to get off shift never to be seen again. I do remember the anesthesiologist was a woman with an accent who was going a on a vacation to Europe the following day. I’m pretty sure we both made some jokes as she jammed that big needle in my back.

Once those sweet drugs relieved the pain, I was able to lie on my side and rest. Micah started napping on a bench in our room. Our delivery nurse, Cathy, came on shift at 7am and introduced herself. She was a sweet woman and I was thankful to have her for delivery. She noticed the baby’s heart rate was starting to drop a little, so she put me on oxygen and told me to nap while she prepped the room. She said I was probably at a 7 or 8 if the baby’s heart rate was being affected. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t actually drift off with a mask strapped to my face. And if I was truly at a 7 or an 8, I knew it wouldn’t be long before the baby arrived.

Around 9am my doctor came in with a resident. They checked me and said that magic word… “ten.” The doctors prepped for delivery and I did some practice pushes with our nurse and Micah. When everything was set up, I pushed for about ten minutes. Suddenly the resident stopped me. Talitha was coming at an awkward angle, and it was making her descent difficult. The resident gave a little twist on her head while my OB pushed gently on my abdomen, and just like that she turned into just the right position. With ten more minutes of pushing, she was out!

They held her up for Micah to reveal the gender, but the doctor was blocking his view. I, however, had a clear shot, and I smiled as I said, “I can see what it is…” They laid the baby on my chest and she gazed at her dad the whole time as the doctors were finishing up {just a few small stitches this time around}. I actually cried a little as I held her. With Z, I was too overwhelmed by the whole labor experience to feel emotional when she was born. This time was the complete opposite. The labor and delivery went so smoothly, and I was able to delight in the moment of birth.

Then came the hardest part of this whole labor story… naming our child. Although we didn’t find out the gender, we had a strong feeling it was a girl because the doctor found a pelvic cyst during our anatomy ultrasound. The doctor never revealed where exactly the cyst was located, so we wouldn’t have to find out the gender, but we figured it was most likely an ovarian cyst. You would think with this scientifically based hunch, we would have a girl’s name ready to go, but we just didn’t. Micah struggled to find a name he loved as much as Zianne. We went into delivery with three completely different sets of first/middle names. One set was Biblical, one set was super unique and playful (in the Zianne Eileen genre), and one set was Norwegian, a heritage Micah and I share.

When the baby came out, I found myself thinking of her as a Talitha and apparently Micah felt the same way, but when all the doctors and nurses finally left our room so we could discuss it, we actually started leaning toward one of our other name options. But after discussing it for an hour or so, Micah suddenly changed his mind and said “I think she’s Talitha Joy.” Right then, we got transferred to our recovery room. When we got settled in the new space, I asked “So is that really her name?” Can we tell our families now?” Micah confirmed and we started texting our families and closet friends to tell them Talitha Joy had arrived safely and smoothly into the world!

Jun 22, 2015

Newborn life...

I had forgotten how squeaky newborns are... how they guzzle milk and spit all over and squeak and squawk as their lungs, esophagus, and reflexes work out all the kinks.

I had forgotten how their legs make a perfect "M" shape from being folded up so tightly for weeks on end. Around here we call them "womb knees."

I didn't understand when they warned me, "Your toddler will seem SO huge to you once you hold a newborn baby again." Zianne has always been a giant to me, but since her sister was born it feels like she gained at least 20 pounds. I look at her body and watch her mannerisms and feel like she should be in second grade already.

I had forgotten I would have to change my clothes at least three times a day because baby bodily fluids abound!

I had forgotten how newborns look and sound like little dinosaurs when they are hungry for milk.

I didn't fully believe them when they said delivery and recovery would be easier the second time around, but I'm so glad they were right. I'll take nine hours of labor over twenty hours any time.


I am quickly remembering that a babe sleeping on your chest is the best.

Jun 20, 2015

Saturday Snippets

Christian women are writing books like mad...

Amen! The many benefits of having a smaller home...

Is social media helping reduce abortions?

Jimmy Fallon on infertility...

On living cheaply in your 20s...

A great round-up of Bible reading resources...

College is not a commodity...

Jun 16, 2015

Introducing Talitha Joy!


Our daughter is here!
Talitha Joy Russum
June 12, 2015
8 pounds, 0 ounces
21 inches long

Jun 13, 2015

Saturday Snippets

{via Bibliotheca}

Love these bead bracelets...

Cute bathroom towel pairings...

This faux-marble coffee table...

An awesome Hawaiian high school graduation performance...

This hammered acrylic pitcher is perfect for summer...

This Bible is so cool...

Dooce talks about life after "mommy-blogging"

For my fellow Harry Potter fans...

Why couples often look alike from a scientific perspective...

One of the best articles I've read on how Christians should respond to Caitlyn Jenner...

Jun 11, 2015

The Ultimate "Babymoon"

After we returned from Young Life camp, I planned to hunker down at home and wait out my final weeks of pregnancy. I am trying to get a draft of my dissertation done before I go into labor and week 39 seemed like the perfect time to type up those last ten remaining pages.

But then on Thursday morning {the day after we returned from camp}, Micah called to tell me he might drive to Orange County that evening for a work event the following morning. I didn't love the idea of him driving all the way to California by himself at night and then driving back the very next day and suddenly I found myself suggesting, "What if I just went with you?"

Up until this point, all my travels were perfectly reasonable to me. Going to San Diego at 37 weeks was no big deal to a woman whose first baby was nine days past due and who was showing ZERO labor signs. And going camping and up to YL camp also seemed safe, since I was just a couple hours from Phoenix in the unlikely chance that labor happened early.

But this... a super last minute trip to California at 39 weeks... this was pushing it a bit. However, the idea of leaving Zianne with my parents and going on a quick little getaway with my husband sounded appealing even if it wasn't medically advisable. Micah likes to joke that we've been on five "babymoons" this past month, but I remind him that it's not really a babymoon when you take your toddler with you. So later that evening I found myself in the car with Micah cruising through the desert to the west coast. We stayed in a hotel that night so Micah could be close to the office. Friday was a work day for both of us. Micah had a meeting and then worked remotely for the rest of the day, and I tackled my dissertation for a couple hours at a neighborhood coffee shop. However, we got to eat a fun lunch together and as soon as it hit five o'clock we headed to Huntington Beach. Micah surfed for an hour and I laid on the beach with my big ol' belly and a book. It was relaxing and perfect.

When were done with the ocean we headed inland to stay with my college roommate and her family for the night. The trip had gone perfectly thus far, and I was thrilled we would be getting to Stacey's by 7:30 for lots of hangout time...

And then we hit some LA traffic and I learned that roadway congestion gives me contractions. I've honestly been a little jumpy in the car ever since my accident this winter and all of a sudden I felt my stomach begin to tighten as we were caught in the midst of brake lights on the freeway. I told Micah to exit as soon as possible. I couldn't figure out if it was just Braxton Hicks or real contractions. Maybe my stomach was just upset from eating out all day and sneaking in two coffees? But I also know that an upset stomach can be a sign of labor, so I was frantically googling labor symptoms on my phone as we exited the freeway. We pulled into a Walgreen's parking lot and I was the giant pregnant lady running into the store toward the bathroom. The cashier saw me and alerted a clerk to unlock the bathroom door like it was some sort of medical emergency. I'm sure she was picturing labor and delivery happening in the stockroom. I texted Micah from the bathroom and asked him to bring in my suitcase. I was still wearing my swimsuit from the beach and I wanted to change into something more comfortable, but he thought my water had broken. He knocked on the door a few minutes later looking concerned {but also eating a Reese's he had somehow found time to purchase since being in the store}. I quickly informed him I was simply changing my clothes for comfort and was probably not going into labor.

We debated driving all the way home that night just as a precaution, but my worst fear would be to give birth in the desert a hundred miles away from any medical facility. If you've never driven from L.A. to Phoenix I will describe it in one word... desolate. The largest towns once you get past Palm Springs are "Quartzite" and "Blythe." I don't even know if there is any type of hospital on the route. Half the time my phone doesn't even work in the middle of the drive. Instead, we decided to stop at Olive Garden and eat some bread and soup... something easy on my stomach... since we would be missing dinner at Stacey's house anyway. We showed up at our friends' house MUCH later than anticipated, but by that point I was feeling better and was even able to nibble on a strawberry donut for dessert since it was #nationaldonutday after all...

By the next morning I was feeling great again. Stacey and I got to catch up some more and visit one of our favorite coffee shops before Micah and I started the drive to AZ. We made it back quickly and reunited with Zianne at my parents' house. Babymoon of babymoons, y'all.

I successfully went to California at 39 weeks pregnant and I officially think I'm a little bit crazy...

Jun 10, 2015

Off to camp we go...

We returned from camping around 11pm Saturday, unloaded the truck as quickly as possible, put a load of laundry in the wash, and headed to bed. The next morning I had the privilege of speaking about motherhood and the Gospel during our church service, but then I was a poor example as Micah and I crept out of the service early to head to Young Life Camp!

Micah and I were both involved in Young Life during high school and it was actually through serving as student leaders our junior year that we developed a crush on each other... and the rest is history. Since that time we've been involved on and off with the organization. Before we got married, we served as adult leaders in our home town and took kids to Malibu two summers in a row. We've dabbled in getting involved since living in Arizona, but we never fully made the commitment until this past winter. In February we finally sent some emails and got plugged in serving on committee {"Advance Team"} for our local area. We've become good friends with some of the other couples who serve and helped host a table at the banquet this spring. When we were invited to visit Arizona's Young Life camp "Lost Canyon" as adult guests, we jumped on the offer and invited our dear friends the Bakers to come with us.


I had no idea what to expect at Lost Canyon. I've only ever been at YL camp as a camper or leader, and both roles are downright crazy and exciting. As a leader, I knew that "adult guests" came to camp each week to watch everything from the sidelines but I never really interacted with them. I also had never been to any other Young Life camp besides Malibu Club. Malibu is a very unique place hidden in a remote area of Canada. It's this gorgeous resort perched on the water in the Princess Louisa Inlet in Vancouver. The property was designed to be a secret getaway for Hollywood stars (hence the name "Malibu"), but it was never financially successful and was bought out by Young Life in 1953. It takes a full day of travel by car, ferry, and boat to get to camp. Cell phones don't work there. The nearest medical facility is a helicopter ride away. It's a very special place and perhaps the most coveted of all Young Life camps. Kids across the country try to go there as a camper or a volunteer.

But even though I love Malibu with its freezing cold salt water, I was excited to see how another camp works. Lost Canyon is one of the newer YL camps and it's amazing. It's nestled up in the trees in Williams, Arizona and the summer weather is perfect for outdoor activities. It's usually in the 80s by day and the 50s by night, although we quickly learned that afternoon winds keep things breezy and cool during swim time. Young Life really does camp with excellence, and the food, accommodations, entertainment, and spiritual elements were great. I enjoyed watching the campers all day, chatting with the work crew and summer staff who volunteer their time to make camp run smoothly, and we also loved spending time with Shalyn and Adam. Our rooms were connected and we would put all the toddlers to sleep in one room and stay up playing games and talking next door each night.

Out of all my crazy third trimester traveling, this trip to Lost Canyon was the most relaxing. I felt great the whole time and never once feared going into labor early. Even if I had, we were a quick three hours from home. The weather was perfect and it was fun taking the kids to the pool and water slides each day. It was also so nice to have a break from cooking and cleaning. I am already missing all the amazing meals and my daily ice cream cone. Thanks, Young Life, for being awesome and pointing kids toward Christ.

Jun 9, 2015

For the masses Googling "camping while pregnant"

For my next crazy pregnant lady adventure, I went camping. At 38 weeks pregnant. Like cook over the fire, sleep in the woods, pee in an outhouse camping.

Micah and I love going camping with friends, but it's hard to find people to go with because not everyone loves sleeping in a tent, not showering, and smelling like campfire smoke for a weekend. So when our community group mentioned going camping together about a month ago, I quickly said we were IN, even though the trip was scheduled for my 38th week of pregnancy. I only had one stipulation... it had to be a place with some kind of bathroom facility because there was no way my 30+ extra pounds would be squatting in the woods.

On Friday night, we packed up the truck and headed up to the mountains. We had Zianne with us, which was actually the biggest variable. I knew I could handle a night in the woods, but I wasn't so sure if my toddler could. In true Russum fashion, we slept in the back of the truck on our memory foam pad instead of pitching a tent. {We actually don't even own a tent because we love sleeping in the bed of the truck, but we probably need to purchase one now that we have multiple offspring}. Zianne slept with us and did really well until approximately 4:15am when she decided it was time to be wide awake. She watched alphabet shows quietly on my phone until about 6:30am when she decided she was actually still exhausted and fell back asleep. She and Micah somehow cuddled and slept under the morning sun until almost 9am. I, however, was {mostly} awake from 4:15am onward and finally jumped out of bed for a campfire quiet time when Zianne went back to sleep. 

We had a lovely day hanging at camp with our friends while the kids went crazy riding bikes and power wheels and digging in the dirt. In the afternoon, we headed to Woods Canyon Lake and rented a boat. Randy and Micah set up a line, but the fish were NOT biting that afternoon so we headed back to camp empty handed after trolling the lake for a few hours.


We made s'mores two nights in a row with the full smorgasbord of options {grahams, Ritz, Hershey's, Nutella, Reeses, bananas, and lots of marshmallows... I take my s'more buffet VERY seriously}. We ended up not staying the second night because I was scheduled to speak at church the next morning, but we hung around the campfire until 9pm and then headed home. Zianne slept the whole way back with skinned knees, dirty clothes and a sticky face...

For locals: We stayed at the Ponderosa campground and we loved it. The sites were spacious and private {unlike Woods Canyon Lake which is more crowded}. We could barely see the other campers near us because the spaces were so spread out. The bathrooms are only outhouses but they were kept in fairly clean condition. There was also running water for drinking. The campground was only two hours away {just past Payson} and the weather was about 20 degrees cooler than Phoenix. We had never been up by the Mogollon Rim during spring before. It was a lovely 85 degrees by day and in the 50s at night. We got to wear long sleeves in the evening, but I was never cold like I've been during fall camping trips. Highly recommend!

Jun 8, 2015

Sneaking off to San Diego...

I've heard rumors you are supposed to adhere to certain travel restrictions during the last few weeks of pregnancy. I think most doctors recommend not flying after the 34-36 week window. I've also heard that you shouldn't travel more than an hour away from your home/hospital after 37 weeks...

However, I haven't followed any of these suggestions this time around. Since the beginning of May, Micah and I have been cramming our schedule full of travel. We are living by the motto, "It will only be more difficult with two kids, right?" Every Friday I go in for my weekly OB appointment then sneak out the door of my doctor's office to jump in the car with Micah and Zianne and head out on our next adventure.

We decided to take a last minute trip to San Diego for Memorial Day weekend, and I'm so glad we went. Originally, Micah was supposed to a service/project trip to Mexico but the trip ended up getting canceled so we packed up as a family and headed to the West Coast instead. I was able to see a handful of friends around Southern California, and we enjoyed San Diego's nearly perfect weather. The surfing conditions weren't great, but Micah made the most of his time on the water by going stand-up paddle boarding on Mission Bay and boogie boarding in La Jolla. He also got to try out another wake board cable park on the way home, similar to the one he visited in Austin a few weeks back.

We stayed with our good friends Jason and Bekah, who were the loveliest hosts as always. They insisted we sleep in their bed and moved to an air mattress all weekend on our behalf. A million thanks from this very pregnant woman. Bekah made her amazing fish tacos the night we arrived, and we sat around catching up and watching a very tired Zianne do erratic toddler things in the living room. The next day we spent the morning at Mission Bay, watching the guys SUP and eating breakfast burritos. Bekah and I visited the Farmer's Market in Little Italy, which I had never been to before. We topped off our trip to the market with some amazing gelato. That night we celebrated Bekah's birthday at La Pizzeria Arrivederci, and then we went over to Coronado Island {my favorite place in the USA - not exaggerating} to watch the sun set.

On Sunday, we attended The Resolved Church and then met up with my dear friend Lisa and her daughter for lunch in Solana Beach. The small beach towns between Orange County and San Diego are so quaint and relaxing and Solana Beach was no exception. We ate at Cedro's Cafe and then visited the Farmer's Market where we snacked on fresh kettle corn and drank fresh squeezed lemonade. On our way back down the coast, we stopped by La Jolla. Micah spent some time on his beater board, and then we ate fish and chips for dinner. On the way back to Bekah's, we visited Hammond's Gourmet Ice Cream for dessert. This pregnant woman can't resist a freshly made waffle cone.

And in true Jen fashion, I visited a different coffee shop each day of the trip...
Industrial Coffee // Mystic Mocha // Lestat's

San Diego, we love you so much!

See other San Diego posts: here // here // here // here
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