Category Archives: San Francisco

Short (But Not Sweet)

This blog post will be as short (but not sweet) as our trip into San Francisco today. We got on the 11:15am ferry from Tiburon and were unexpectedly on the 2:30pm ferry home.  Not a long trip, but the longest three hours I can remember.

This is what I know for sure after our brief encounter with San Francisco:

The views on the ferry ride are breathtaking.

The ferry ride was fun (except for the tantrum over the Cheetos, to which I said no).

In the summer, the sea lions go south to mate, which is why there were so few of them barking at Pier 39.  Still, the ones that decided to stay were pretty cool.

Carousels make kids happy.  Or, perhaps carousels make kids evil.  Just after making them really, really happy.  Just a thought.

The only difference between east coast whining and west coast whining is the jet lag.

East coast food issues are the same as west coast food issues.  Nuff said.

Fisherman’s Wharf was fun to see, but truthfully, it was the least interesting part of our San Francisco vacation so far.  I didn’t travel all the way to San Francisco to eat at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. (no offense) or buy a crystal Minnie Mouse.  Although, I am admittedly in search of the perfect San Francisco snow globe.

The good news is that I’m headed back into the city tomorrow (sans kids) to have dinner with Mike.  Do you have any good restaurant recommendations?  Send them quick because I need to make a reservation!

What I know for the “surest” is that (1) parenting is hard, even on vacation and even in beautiful San Francisco, (2) I wish I had more patience, and (3) at three and five years old, my kids are so not ready for big city adventures.

At least the ferry ride rocked.

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Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

But not necessarily in that order.

Off to San Francisco!

Planes.

How cool is it that the boys got to sit in the cockpit!  The captain was cool, too.  He told them, “Don’t press the red buttons.  Those are the lasers.”  Awesome.

The flight was fine, and the kids were pretty good.  Funny, though, for all of the technology we had (Virgin America TVs, Kindle Fires, a portable DVD player, a LeapPad, and a fierce bag of tricks that included snacks, coloring books, dry erase boards, and new LeapPad games (surprise!), the boys didn’t care about any of it.  I can’t really tell you how we passed the time during the five and a half hour flight (probably the jet lag), except we did go to the bathroom.  A lot.

Mile High Mama (n.): A Mama who bravely takes her two children into a teeny tiny airplane bathroom and survives.

Trains.

SFO’s AirTrain to the car rental center was pretty cool.  “Like the monorail at Disney World,” Granda Irene reminded Dylan.

Automobiles.

All hail the minivan!  We went for the big one because my parents are also here, and even though they rented a car, too, we can all fit in one car if we want to.  Best part about the minivan so far?  When the kids (by choice) sit in the “all the way back,” something miraculous happens.  They don’t whine.  In fact, they’re quiet.  And they don’t ask for stuff because, guess what, they can’t even reach the front seat.  I keep asking them if they’re okay because I’m not used to such peace and quiet in the car.  Run, don’t walk, to your nearest car dealership and buy a (gulp) minivan.  You’ll be a Happy Mama.

p.s. The weather in San Francisco rocks. I’m a Happy Mama in my newly purchased black sweater jacket/wrap/cardigan.  In black.  With pockets.  Cousins are awesome, too.  Look at the welcome pictures they drew for us:

And since we’re still on east coast time, we were up early enough this morning to catch this beautiful sunrise:

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