It was a beautiful, post-Christmas Saturday, sunny and cool. The perfect day for bike riding on the beach, undoubtedly one of the great perks of living in L.A. The last time I'd done this was with the Long Island Ladies (Lisa, Andrea, Ilene, Risa) the year before our wedding.
Kate had only ridden a bicycle briefly a couple of times, so she was very excited to give it a real try.
In the summertime, this path is usually a traffic jam of bikers, joggers, and rollerbladers, but not today. All the Angelenos were on vacation. And I think we were the only non-Europeans there.
Chris said, "Kate, give me your best biker face."
Kate liked the line her sock made on her leg.
"Let's go to the beach!"
Kate watching Appa fetch some water. 
Kate and I collected shells to decorate our towers with.
"Come on, Mom, let's run!" It's not a day at the beach without Kate running to and from the waves.
While Appa got us lunch, Kate browsed the elegant fashions on display. She was particularly fascinated by all the tushies. I caught her going down the line, tapping each one and laughing.
"Hmm. Which one would look best on me?"
We had a lovely picnic lunch of pizza and apple fries with cinnamon.
The seagulls started closing in on us, so Kate tossed them pieces of her left-over crust.
The gulls were pros.
We ended the day at the playground next to Muscle Beach. Kate got another workout running back and forth on the bridge. As soon as we got home, all of us crashed and took a nice, long nap.
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