Jesse and I headed west to San Diego to see Dad and Pam the same week Dan was going to Las Vegas.

While it rained pretty much our whole visit, the trip to the airport was sunny, so we stopped in La Jolla to see the ocean, and the seals.
Jesse claps his forearms together and cries “Ar-ar-ar” all the time, although I don’t know that he was close enough to actually hear the animals when we watched them.