On Friday, Daddy asked me if I wanted to go swimming in a pool. I looked at him for a second – OF COURSE, I wanted to go swimming in a pool! He told me a friend of his, Uncle Jared, was having a pool party for his birthday. I thought this was a little weird, because I couldn’t imagine too many people could fit in the pool that Grandma Gail and Papa Cal have in the backyard.
We had to drive a little over an hour to wine country (or “adult juice” country as I know it) for the party. The drive was worth it though – the house was really beautiful and boy was I wrong about the pool!

Don't worry, the pool doesn't fall off a cliff. There's a ledge there, I made Daddy double check when we got in.

Daddy and Maile - maxin' and relaxin'!
And then we drove back to San Francisco…

The view from the Golden Gate Bridge on the way home...