On Saturday morning we ate the best french toast ever at a breakfast place called Pipes near Del Mar and right next to the beach. It was a really cool setting. So good that we ended up going back the next morning for a second helping of that french toast.


Bro, check out Matt with this sign. Whattup with that?


After Pipes, we headed down to the beach, where the water was way too cold for all of us, except Reagan. She beelined for the waves, but we decided we knew what was best more than she did and kept her out of the water.
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Could Regs be ANY cuter?!?!? Thanks for the gingerbread bagel tip!
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