We flew into SFO. The flight was... barf-baggy. Any tips for preventing airsickness would be very much appreciated. But we finally got to our hotel in Burlingame and were excited to snuggle in our huge bed:
We woke up and walked along the Bayshore trail. Windy bliss.
We met Mom and Uncle J in San Bruno and took BART into San Francisco. I thought this trip would be fairly magical, but my kids didn't love the BART train the way I thought they would.
When we got to the Embarcadero, I realized that when I'd said we were going to the Ferry Building, Anna thought I meant "Fairy" Building. It was packed, and a beautiful day for June.
That night was my wonderful Aunt and Uncle's 50th anniversary party. Aaron was... overtired. So I don't have a lot of great pics of the night, but here are a couple:
After meeting my cousins for breakfast, we drove back to Walnut Creek and played outside. I saw one of my old friends for a BBQ at his house that night, and marveled at how great it is to be able to go grocery shopping AND pick up alcohol in one stop.
Mom, of course, had a birthday cake for my birthday boy:
We went to the Oakland Zoo. I have many fond memories of going to this zoo when I was a kid, but I honestly can say it had been at least 25 years since I'd been there. Still magical:
Monday was my Mom's birthday, and I had a dilemma. I really wanted to see my cousins on my Dad's side, but knew that if I tried to organize something that my Mom would be anxious about it (I come from a long line of worriers.) A woman in her thirties is a good problem-solver, so I decided the best thing would be to surprise my mom and keep her in the dark about what I had planned. It was a total success: a beautiful night spent catching up over cupcakes.
Anna was already crying Tuesday morning when I told her we had only one more day left with Grandma.
Thankfully, we had a good pool-distraction. I met several (but not enough) of my girls in Martinez for splash-paddery. We got lots of sun but not a lot of pictures. Here are a few:
Time to come home. The ride home was... barf baggy. But we made it:
My trips back 'home' always leave me emotional. I love the Bay, but it has changed so much. It is 'home' to me, but I also feel like I don't fit in there anymore. Regardless, I was so happy I made this trip happen. There are some things you can't put a price tag on, spending time with family is one of them. 'Till next time, California!