Last week, we made a trip to Santa Monica to go to the pier. It’s a must do, right? I figured my parents would like it since it’s kinda touristy and they’ll get to see the ocean, the kids will like it because their kids, and it was on my to-do list.
We got their with no issues (meaning I didn’t misread the map/directions on my phone). We had lunch first. It was expensive for burgers, but they were really good burgers! We walked down the pier, browsing the shops, checking out the views, and listening to the constant barrage of questions about when we were going to ride the rides. Honestly, the thing I was most excited about was the end of Route 66. In Missouri, I lived right off 66 for the majority of the time we lived there. Literally right off. You pulled off 66 into my subdivision.
After we could no longer torture the children by making the wait, we headed towards the rides. They were told they could each ride 2 things. After changing their mind 37 times, they both agreed they wanted to ride the roller coaster (it’s the one you can see in the pictures below). I bought tickets for the three of us and off we went. I sat next to Little Miss and Little Man sat behind us. They were both so excited! My stomach can no longer handle rollercoasters, but this one was small and I figured I’d be fine. We started off and went up the first little bit where it pulls you up. Still excited, I was taking selfies of us. After we went down the first little dip, she was crying next to me. I was holding on to her, but she didn’t like it at all. It was a short trip around, so we were done pretty quick. They asked who wanted to go again and everyone, including my son, was cheering. My daughter is bawling, saying she didn’t want to go again. They let us out and everyone else got to go again. It took a while to calm her down. It’s horrible for her, but so funny for me. Little Man rode the scrambler next with my mom and we told Little Missy we’d go ride the carousel. She perked back up then, but started crying when we got to it and discovered it was closed on Tuesday. WTH! Poor girl just couldn’t win!
We walked along the beach a bit and found a good playground nearby. It had a rollerslide! Not as good as Okinawa’s, but it was still a rollerslide.