In the beginning of February, I spend a few days as a tourist in my own town, with my mother and aunt, and of course, Oliver. By my best estimates, we walked about four slow, window-shoppy, touristy miles on Friday, three slow, nature-filled, sight-seeing miles on Saturday, and then David and I walked a bit on Sunday to a get-together in the Mission in the afternoon. Those aren't giant distances, but San Francisco has those hills, and the stop-start of tourism, and the bending over to keep (a very patient) toddler entertained, and then the walking at each actual destination. We had a great time. But, tired!
The Conservatory of Flowers current "Playland at the Conservatory" exhibit. I'd been looking forward to seeing it. Looking forward to it ending even more so, so I can grab me one of these for my collection. Oliver was in heaven, of course.
Big me, tiny Oliver.
The tower, again.
And, the Japanese Tea Garden, again, with these two lovely ladies who were rarin' to go, all weekend.
Oliver INSISTED there was no chocolate from his taiyaki on his face.
Like I said, loads of fun! But for this tired mama who'd been sleeping on the floor for over a week, trying to teach Oliver to possibly sleep for four hours at a time without me spooning him, that was alotta walking. I'd do it again, though, and probably will. Who's visiting next?