Well, we left our hearts in San Francisco. What a beautiful place! Mom, Peter and I spent a few days in California visiting my brother and I finally got to see what all the fuss is about. We did not plan for much, as this was a visiting trip more than a sightseeing trip. However, you can't leave the house (or hotel) without tripping over something beautiful and/or historic. Waking to a view of the Pacific isn't so bad, either. Grab some popcorn and a drink - this is a long one, folks...

Peter was a trooper on the trip out west. We split the trip into two flights so that we could have a layover and some time to stretch our legs (and sanity thresholds). We had talked up this trip so much and Peter was so excited to finally ride an airplane. The only flight he'd ever taken was when he was three months old, so this was a special day. When the day finally came, he woke excited and bursting with "happy" (his new favorite word). Getting through security and finding our gate was a breeze. Peter was clearly a little overwhelmed by the lines and the bustle - "stand here, take your shoes off, jackets go in the bin, wait our turn, follow Mommy, come on through, high five, sit down, shoes back on...." Who knows what he was thinking?! Of course, he was probably questioning what grown-ups are thinking doing all of that mess. Our gate was located next to the kid's play area, so that helped with the wait. Loading all of our gear onto the plane was another story. The plane was late, so the boarding was rushed and I had a tough time getting the seat belt latched. Long story short, thank goodness my mother was there to keep Peter from running down the aisle of the aircraft.

All that talk about airplanes and how they get really loud, then they go really fast, and then they go really high... it was all in vain. This child got into his car seat, we buckled in, and he started asking for lunch. I kid you not, he didn't see a single cloud go by on that first flight because all he would do is look at us from his window seat and ask for his sandwich. So, after a picnic in the sky and plenty of stories, he took a 25 minute nap. He slept through the landing, but not all the crowd noise once deplaning began. The layover was made short by repeatedly enjoying moving sidewalks with Nanny, and he did really well on the final leg into California. In fact, when I told him Nanny was going to get a car, he shook his head and pointed to the sky - not interested in cars anymore. Planes are the way to travel.

While the next hour of our trip was likely the most eventful and the most stressful, I'll spare details. Use your imagination and picture me with Peter in a stroller and a luggage cart in baggage claim while Mom took the shuttle and our carry-ons (snacks and diapers) to pick up the rental car. Peter has had maybe a handful of leaky diaper experiences in his whole life - two have been in airports. No snacks, no diapers except for the damp ones in our rainsoaked luggage, and no sign of Nanny for 45 minutes. Nice. Once she arrived, all was well and we set on our way from Oakland into San Francisco. At rush hour. And got lost. Did I mention we were in Oakland? Thank goodness Peter didn't seem concerned... he saw so many cranes and machines that all he would say was, "OhWow!" He's saying the "ow" part in the picture below.

Geoffrey was waiting for us at the hotel with a big smile and supper for Peter. While Peter played shy for about 30 seconds, once the words "French fries" were uttered, they were best friends. We enjoyed a nice dinner in and visited, not sure what Peter's late bedtime and time difference would have in store for us in the morning.

Up at 4am PDT. Yay.

After an early morning trip to the grocery store, we set out for a stroll around Fisherman's Wharf. We were also located close to crooked Lombard Street, so we hiked up the hills to see it as well. We later met up with Geoffrey and went to the aquarium and he showed us around town.

When asked where he was going, he replied, "Buh!"
(Translation: I'm going to find Uncle Geoffrey)

Giddy at the notion of helping the fireman

"Choo-choo!"

Throw me something, mister!
Oh wait - wrong city.

At Fisherman's Wharf

We drove over the Golden Gate Bridge that afternoon, but it was so foggy that we couldn't even see the bridge around us. Geoffrey showed us where to go to get a good view on a clear day, and we decided we'd try to do that while he was at work. We were all asleep by 8pm. Party animals!

My two favorite bookworms with their favorite book

A quaint little block off of Market Street

Have backpack, will travel...

We never would have found this viewpoint without Geoff's guidance - breathtaking!

Taking in the views of the GGB, the bay, and the ocean

Spotting an airplane

He spent about three minutes deciding whether or not
to cross this line into the playground sand.
After two days of concrete, cliffs and having to hold hands,
the playground won.

We were able to spend a great deal of time with Geoffrey, even more than we expected given his heavy work load. It was a successful trip on all counts - good visit, good travel, and a flexible little boy. Peter went with the flow and enjoyed every minute, especially once we found grass instead of concrete. He loved spending time with his uncle in Far, Far Away, and loved coming home to his daddy.

Our trip home was less dramatic, even though it was just myself and Peter. He kept me entertained on our nonstop flight with all the words and sounds he had learned that week. He slept a bit and ate a lot of snacks, but he was well-practiced in all the airline procedures. At security, he began taking off his shoes before I could even ask him to, and he sat patiently while I buckled his seat on the plane. We're experts now! I suppose he could smell my apprehension, and he likely knew that he wouldn't fly again soon if he didn't behave himself. I was incredibly proud to be his mama... well, even more so than usual.

Showing his lovey the sights out of his airplane window

What a whirlwind few weeks! As we gear up for a visit to Uncle Geoffrey in California, we are talking lots about airplanes and airports. All the while I am attempting to downplay the fact that he will finally get to ride in an airplane. As soon as he catches on, he'll want to ride every airplane we see or hear. Folks, that's a lot of airplanes.

School is going really well! As I pulled into the parking lot today, he clapped and cheered, "Yay!" A far cry from two months ago. His teachers have loved watching him bloom over the past several weeks, and I must admit that he is talking more and trying harder to repeat after us. We continue to try and censor ourselves - it's a hard habit to develop sometimes. His tantrums have... developed... over the weeks he has been at school and exposed to other kids, but we're hard-hearted. He's learning he doesn't get very far with that nonsense. :)

Hayes is doing really well, staying busy at work and at home. He is still running a bunch and somehow he's able to eat whatever he wants without consequence. I, on the other hand, am growing daily. I feel well and am managing to get adequate rest for this stage in the game, so I count myself lucky. Just keep me in your prayers next week as I brave the germ-infested airplanes. This flu threat and the hype over its effect on pregnant women has me a bit thrown. My cousin suggested I wear a mask on the plane, and I may just have to do it. Oh, you'll see a picture for sure!

We are trying to spend lots of time together as a family these days, since our time as a trio is limited. Peter and I are just about finished with his big boy room, so pics will come soon. In the meantime, enjoy these snapshots of recent days...

Giddy-up!

So proud of these pajamas!

Making elephant ears at the zoo

Baking Halloween cookies with Nanny

Worshipping at the altar of Handy Manny

Enticing squirrels to come and visit
by holding up one of our rather large burr oak acorns

As I cooked dinner one evening, he lugged his napmat, lunchbox,
and lovey up the stairs to come and settle down for a "snooze" on the kitchen floor.

Making gumbo

Rock-a-Callie

I "let him out" onto the porch while I worked on supper,
and walked out after a minute to find him curled up in a blanket
watching a blank tv screen.

We enjoyed a quiet weekend together - first one in a while! We decided to take full advantage of a gorgeous fall day yesterday and have a picnic at the park. Wide open space, a balloon launcher, and a yummy lunch all made for a worn-out little boy... and a long nap time.

Making sure Daddy's drink isn't poisonous

Racing back from a balloon launch

Fetching a balloon

After his nap, we packed up again for a trip out to a pumpkin farm. Last year's visit involved a much shorter attention span, so we were able to stroll around and see all the farm animals before chasing pumpkins (literally) and hopping on a hayride. Peter's favorite? Definitely the tractor pulling us around!

Watching a baby pig at the pumpkin farm

All sorts of wonderful and interesting sights,
yet he wants to play on the plastic slide. Hmph.

Ummmm... this one.

This elusive pumpkin rolled away from Peter every time he got within arm's reach.
When he finally caught it, he wanted nothing more to do with it.

Toddler bliss

Do I have to get off and give other kids a turn?!

It was a good day.