Familiarity breeds comfort when you’re a toddler so this rainy day will be a mix of redos and try agains.
We redo the adult/kid friendly breakfast at the French bistro. And by the way, I don’t think I ever want to eat out without the kids again. Hear me out here. I have to order three different meals to ensure that these squirrelly bastards eat anything. So I end up getting a little bit of eggs, a little bit of yogurt and granola, a little bit of pancakes, and a butt load of fruit every morning. Same with dinner. I never want to be subject to one entree at mealtime again. But maybe without the kids. Hmm. Thoughts for a later date.
We’re off to redo the Exploratorium. It’s raining so we don’t have a ton of options and I really loved this place. The hope is that because he’s subject to new experience paralysis the bug will enjoy himself more fully this time. And we’re right! He’s totally loving it. And without the lure of cool uncle Alan the mouse is willing to explore a bit more instead of just insisting that Alan cart him around and sing itsy bitsy spider to him. All good things must come to an end but we get a good three hours of happiness out of this place.
Off to the Ferry Building Marketplace again. Hopefully my new experience paralysis is over and I can stuff my gullet sufficiently. Cheesy fries and salad and ice cream and chocolate and bread and more cheese. I’m good now.
Today the kids are fighting over everything. They have one water bottle to split. The competitive nature of their relationship ensured that they were wrestling to take their turn. It’s the first day they’re sufficiently hydrated. Whatever works, my young friends.
The weather cleared up so we take a tourist-trap boat into the bay to see the bridge and Alcatraz. It’s cold and windy and the kids are squirming, but it’s really quite nice. Mouse is trying out new strategies to wiggle himself out of my arms. They include biting, hitting, ripping off my glasses, pinching, and spitting. Eventually he gives up and “enjoys” the ride. Bug is actually pretty enthralled with the barges, boats, and bridge. (Battlestar Galactica) As we’re up close with Alcatraz, Bug asks us, “Is this is our hotel?” Oh, kiddo… let’s leave this as our trip advisor review.
Bug’s been hammering us every day to get our asses on a trolly and today’s the day. He’s so excited! Then, predictably, very bored. Public transit is really only cool for the first five minutes. But it saves us a 30min walk to dinner and they’re hungry little hippos so well worth it. We’ve had a formal request to try the Mexican place we had to leave yesterday so we’re back. We’ve waited long enough for the complete menu and everyone’s happy. Until it’s time for the toddler’s 45min poop in the grossest public bathroom of the trip. It’s a genderless bathroom and I think gendered bathrooms are stupid. But…I hate sharing a bathroom with gross boys! There’s pee all over the floor and walls? How? Why? Ew. Boys. Get your penises in line. Or sit the fuck down to pee. You’ll still be a man, I promise. Ug. Rant over. Other than the bathroom we have a really great meal.
On that note…g’night!
Travels with Larson and Co 