We spent the week in California playing on the beach, eating too much, and soaking in every ounce of sun we could get. Beckett loved it and was an angel most of the time, even on the plane. Even though the flight home was after his bed time and he refused to fall asleep, we were impressed at well things were going. Until the plane landed and he shook his yogurt pouch like a mad man and sprayed yogurt all over the ladies' hair and clothes sitting across from us. She was not amused in the least.