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Vacation was splendid. We had the BEST weather in San Francisco - clear as a bell and warm.
A rare combo in The City in the summer. My highlight was the newly renovated kids' playground in Golden Gate park. It has this enormous rope climbing structure (which will be the cause of litigation I'm sure), a man-made creek with river rocks, giant swaths of grass and sand, a cool dessert sand area with little tiny caves that only sand-eating tots can fit into, 
and loads of that neat squishy foam surface that makes you feel like you are on the moon. There is also an amazing concrete slide (again with the litigation) built into the hillside that has been there for years and years. The kids go down on cardboard for speed or the seat of their pants if they want the slow version (and the parents don't mind a hole in them). We met up with Hubby's college room mate Pete, his wife Kelly and their lovely three-year-old son Theo. The Girl loved Theo because (per usual) she could boss him around. We also went on the carousel that has been at the park since the 30s.
We spent time with Hubby's high school buddy Ian, his wife Andrea and seriously cute son Henry (left with The Girl). I think I am in love with Henry. If he were 40 years older and gainfully employed -- lookout. He also posed as a magician with The Girl and I plan to use that photo as blackmail when they are teens.
We stayed at the Hyatt near Union Square using Hubby's Hyatt points. They upgraded us to the Regency level (breakfast, snacks, sodas, fruit, cheap drinks). Very classy. I highly recommend it... As The Hubby said, "I could get used to being pretend rich." He was mortified that I took two bottles of water with me whenever we left the Regency Club. I told him it's how the rich STAY rich.
Parting shot...The Girl's new slippers from Chinatown.
The Hubby spent his birthday barfing. He came home from work at 2 p.m. on Monday hurling. He spent today working from home, napping and complaining. I am completely incapable of sympathy right now because I am a bitch. I'm doing so much mother fucking laundry it's crazy. My Dad picked up his dog this weekend, so I am trying to rid our house of 3 weeks of dog hair. We are leaving Thurs. for our SF & Lake Tahoe vacation-palooza. So far I have packed... The Girl's underwear, socks and swimsuits. FUCK. Need more time. Need a not sick husband. Need to chill out.
Our very vague itinerary for the Bay Area part of our vacation-palooza:
Thurs. - arrive late afternoon, head to Oakland for a visit with The Hubby's funny high school friend and her family (she drinks at playdates at the park!)
- Zachary's Pizzeria for dinner - best pizza ever
- drive to SF & check into hotel
Fri.
- tourist stuff with The Girl and The Hubby's college friend & his family; includes playground at Golden Gate Park and Ghirardelli Square for a picture of The Girl & me by the fountain (to the right she was 3 mo.)
- dinner & shopping in Chinatown - Kung Fu shoes will be purchased
Sat.
- playtime/eating with another of Hubby's friends & his family
- leave for Tahoe in the afternoon
Zeum looks quite amazing - has anyone been?
Then we are off to north Lake Tahoe for some R&R (reading and rum). The Hubby has promised me time alone to gamble, drink, read, shop, or whatever. We are also going to be putting The Girl in the kids camp thing at the hotel at least one afternoon/evening so we can get wild. We will probably end up napping, but at least it will be without The Girl.
I saw the Go-Go's in concert August 28, 1982, the day after my 16th birthday. I wore a white tuxedo shirt with a pink & black stripped satin cummerbund. Man, we were cool in the 80s, weren't we?But I digress. We are finally planning a family vacation. The last vacation we went on together was to San Francisco in the fall of 2003 to see friends, introduce The Girl (then 3 months), and go to the Bridge School benefit concert. It's time once again for The Hubby to take more than one day off at a time since he is at his maximum vacation accrual. While The Girl has gone on lots of mini-trips because of The Hubby's work (Long Beach, San Diego, San Francisco), I think she's ready for a week-long trip. I know I am. We are going to start in Monterey and head to the aquarium the next morning. We'll stay for dinner and then drive to the Bay Area for a two- or three-night stay. We'll be able to take her to The City to see the sites and eat ice cream at Ghirardelli. We'll see our friends in SF, Oakland, and Berkeley and maybe take her to Cal and show her where I used to work.Then we'll take a drive to Lake Tahoe. The Hubby has loads of points at the Hyatt so we're staying here for four nights free. I can't wait to do dorky family stuff in Tahoe like swim at the resort, take a hike, a sunset cruise (The Hubby & I did that in '96), rent a boat, eat ice cream every night. Tips on what to do with a kid in Tahoe are welcome.Of course now I have to dream about it until August, but still...having this on the horizon is helping me get through the summer now that preschool is out. With a pending vacation, the beach and crafts, I will survive. FYI- Crafts are important to nearly-4-year-olds. But maybe I'll need some Malibu & Diet Coke, too. And the Go-Go's.
A rare combo in The City in the summer. My highlight was the newly renovated kids' playground in Golden Gate park. It has this enormous rope climbing structure (which will be the cause of litigation I'm sure), a man-made creek with river rocks, giant swaths of grass and sand, a cool dessert sand area with little tiny caves that only sand-eating tots can fit into, 
and loads of that neat squishy foam surface that makes you feel like you are on the moon. There is also an amazing concrete slide (again with the litigation) built into the hillside that has been there for years and years. The kids go down on cardboard for speed or the seat of their pants if they want the slow version (and the parents don't mind a hole in them). We met up with Hubby's college room mate Pete, his wife Kelly and their lovely three-year-old son Theo. The Girl loved Theo because (per usual) she could boss him around. We also went on the carousel that has been at the park since the 30s.
We spent time with Hubby's high school buddy Ian, his wife Andrea and seriously cute son Henry (left with The Girl). I think I am in love with Henry. If he were 40 years older and gainfully employed -- lookout. He also posed as a magician with The Girl and I plan to use that photo as blackmail when they are teens.
