We have returned from our four-day trip visiting Mike’s family. Over the last few years we’ve only been able to visit them at Thanksgiving, but over this past weekend all of our work schedules aligned to let us go up to them (his parents usually come to us). It was a really great trip but man…the coming and going was the pits.
James, at almost fourteen-months-old, is firmly in that stage where if he isn’t walking around he’s miserable. I’ve been through this stage twice before and had managed to successfully block out how terrible it can be. I’d thought maybe we’d skip it with James, since he’s just so damned happy all the time, but no. James is happiest when he is running free. Riding backwards in a car for 350 miles was his worst nightmare, and we got to do it with him twice. Soooo many tears from us in the backseat. Seriously, that baby’s crying-face is devastating. Annie and I cannot take it!
We left at 7:30 on Wednesday night, after Mike got home from work. We gave up after 130 miles – Mike and I were both tired, and James was just SO upset that we’d made a bunch of stops to calm him. We decided it would be better for all of us if we called it a night, and we stopped at the first hotel vacancy we came across. The next morning we realized our hotel view wasn’t too shabby.
When we finally arrived at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, we all practically collapsed with relief. But there wasn’t much time to rest, as they had a jam-packed weekend planned. First they wanted to take Annie to the American Girl Store. My feelings on the place haven’t changed (I mean, why do doll hair extensions cost more than human hair extensions? WHY IS THERE SUCH A THING AS DOLL HAIR EXTENSIONS??) but that’s a whole ‘nother post. We tried to eat lunch there but they couldn’t accommodate our party size. Darn.
Mike has always wanted to take the kids to a little farm he grew up visiting outside of Half Moon Bay. James was still a bit too young to enjoy it but Annie had a blast feeding goats and riding ponies.
She also got one of the “coolest” balloons ever.
We managed to squeeze in taking James to his first game at AT&T Park, home of the San Francisco Giants.
He was super-excited.
Annie was reppin’ for her home team:
Both kids were bottomless pits. Hot dogs, cotton candy, popcorn, ice cream, you name it, they not only wanted it but ate all of it. Even James. It was actually kind of impressive, I’m jealous of his metabolism. The kids might have been content with typical ballpark cuisine, but I made the trek out to center field so I could get quite possibly the most overpriced item in the world: The Crazy Crab sandwich. But man…it is so delicious. Jackie and I always got one when we went to games so I couldn’t break tradition.
The Dodgers won, so Mike had to wear Annie’s hat.
When we left, there were more tears…Annie didn’t want to leave because, “It’s so much fun here!” and James didn’t want to leave because that meant being strapped down again.
But as soon as we pulled into our driveway (you know, eight hours, 350 miles, and five billion roadside stops later), Annabel said, “We’re home! I missed my house, I’m so happy!”
It’s always good to be home (and good to have grandparents coming to us for a while!).