Having Fun in Lompoc

Yesterday Phoenix and I ran some errands. We went to Wal Mart to buy a few things, and I noticed some sandals on sale for $7. This seemed great to me, since I am not willing to spend more than $10 on shoes for him. They were these cute brown sandals, but when I put them on his feet he tried to shake them off and said "Yucky!". My 22-month-old son has a taste in shoes? What? I laughed at him, especially after I replaced his worn out, camo-style tennis shoes, and he seemed more than content with those.

Then we went to the Annual Lompoc Flower Festival, which is just a fancy name for the city's summer carnival. A lot like Mesquite Days. The karaoke was bad (would have been much worse if I joined in), and Phoenix enjoyed playing on the playground. Even with carnival rides and sticky food all around him, he chose the playground. His new thing is lying down on his belly in the sand and squirming around like a snake. I'm not sure if he just likes the feeling of the sand on his skin or what, but every time we come home from these trips, his shoes are loaded with sand...and so is his diaper.

On the way home I saw a license plate that said "Having Fun in Lompoc." I smiled and thought to myself how true that is of our life right now. Yes, Isaac is working super hard, and sure, we have days that are difficult. But mostly we are enjoying this season God has given us, as a small family of three, waiting for #4 to come into the world, and just having fun in Lompoc.

"...Be content with the things you have..." Hebrews 13:5