Yesterday we took a day trip to San Francisco with Miss. Munchkin-Face-Pants (what, you don't have ridiculously long and nonsensical nick-names for your baby?) and the in-laws. And it was quite a day. We started off by getting Baby Llama good and milk drunk and then loading her into the car for the drive. It was by far the longest she'd ever been in her car seat, and she handled it like a champ. Which means she slept 100% of the way there.
First order of business for the day was crossing the Golden Gate Bridge and hitting an ice-cream shop in Sausalito that I can't remember the name of but was super delicious and Hawaiian themed. Ruby did really well for a while and then started getting fussy about being in her stroller, so she got busted out and fed some delicious booby before being introduced to her new friend, Mrs. Paci. They got along splendidly, and while I'm sure some parents would worry about their two week old making friends with something that just wants to get in their mouth, I have no qualms because this friend also helps her to soothe herself and fall asleep without being in someones arms. So it's a green light for that relationship as far as I'm concerned.
After Sausalito, we headed into San Francisco and circled the Wharf area like idiots for half an hour trying to find parking before we finally threw our hands in the air and parked in the nearest pay structure (which also happened to be the most expensive) because Baby Girl was screaming her head off with hunger (after refusing the breast maybe 40 minutes before) and making me feel like the worst mother on the planet. So I fed her in the Pier 39 parking structure for about 20 minutes and then Leighton and I and the Rubester made our way onto the Pier itself where I got a lovely charm for my bracelet and we ate at Bubba Gumps before heading back to the car (where Ruby ate again, because you know how babies are) and driving to the nearest Krispy Kreme because I had to have a donut--okay, two donuts-- before heading home.