It was nice taking Kyle to the place I lived when I was his age. In fact, here's the house I lived in when I was his age:
He also got to meet an old, dear friend of mine (from this post):
We also ditched the boy with my step-mom on Friday night and drove into the city for dinner with some awesome bloggers and their families. Mike, who hadn't met a one, said to me on the way home, "Sucks we don't live closer to any of them." Yep, babe, it really, really does. (So, ladies, who's moving to Texas? OR, who's paying for me to live in SF?)
We also wine tasted with my uncle, who I don't get to see often enough, while my dad watched Kyle for a little bit. The weather was crappy, the company great.
I won't get into too much detail about our flight to San Francisco, because I should be instead putting my thoughts into a letter to Fox Rental Car for their customer service shortcomings. Things worked out, though, that's just what things have a way of doing, and I really want 2010 to be the year I remember this IN THE MOMENT and not an hour after THE MOMENT. I freaked out at 1 am in the rental car center, with a sleepy, cranky baby and a sleepy, cranky husband because the rental car agent told me I couldn't have the car I reserved, and I wish I could keep it together better in moments like this instead of screaming profanities (no matter how deserved those profanities were). Yes, he was a royal ass, but isn't it always better to be lovely to an asshole? Doesn't that irk them even more? I think it does. I need to keep this in mind more often in the future. Add it to the new year's goal list!
The flight back was much nicer because of a very compassionate and lovely AA agent named Dwight Foreman. He cleared a row for us, so we took Kyle's car seat onto the plane and he slept the whole time. I read Vanity Fair and then slept myself! That's a nice flight with a baby, let me tell you.
Anyway, we had a great trip. I miss it already, I always do, and I look forward to going back in a year and a half to see my brother graduate high school.
Now, I have to tackle a million and one things around here before Christmas next week (!!). So, here's one last one before I go, one of us, my family, in one of my favorite places on earth.
Mike's already planning how to make our roof look like this one. He's so geeky and green.
So, we're back and it's just as cold in Texas as it was in Northern California, and I've really had enough of that. I like a chill in the air, yes, but I also like feeling my feet at least once a day.