Fisherman's Wharf

We took the kids into San Francisco on Saturday to meet up with the now infamous Aummom, whom I knew back when we were just angst ridden teenagers. It was good to see her again as it's been many moons since we last talked. So since she was at the BlogHer convention in the city, we decided to make a day of it in SF and went to Pier 39, apparently the long way, and just moseyed. As a bonus, we got some Boudin sourdough off the pier and had a mini lunch-dinner, or Linner that night.

It was the first trip into San Francisco for the kiddo's and after driving around there for the few hours we were there, I remembered why I hate doing that so much. It's just to much confusion for me. It appears as though there's a logic to the streets, but just when you figure it out, it changes. Plus, the GPS didn't really help as much as I thought it would, as it didn't seem to know which streets were one way streets. I say this because it took us about 20 minutes to get from the hotel to the pier, and then about 4 to get back, as we discovered that we were actually one street over from Powell. I don't know the city at all. I'm much better at checking where BART goes and getting off at the appropriate stop and walking to my destination.

So another pic of the kiddos, this one at Fisherman's Wharf:
Also, tonight while I was giving that darling little angel on the left up there a bath, she pooed in the tub. That was awesome. It's the first time I've ever scrubbed a tub. I hope to never do that again.