Family vacations are few and far between. We have taken trips, but usually to visit extended family or friends. So this past weekend marked the first family vacation for the four of us. It began on the sweet side. Sweet with a side of root beer.
Following the A's game we drove directly to Monterey. The girls slept most of the way and were rewarded with sunny skies. An early dinner meant that there was plenty of time to reinterpret Dennis the Menace from a girl's perspective [If you're visiting Monterey and you have a child under 10, visit Dennis the Menace Park and you can thank me later].
We took Jocelyn to the aquarium when she was about 10 months old. It was nice, but trying, since she was just short of putting one foot in front of the other, but frisky enough that she didn't want to hang out in the stroller or the bjorn. We didn't know what to expect this round, with two toddlers in tow. But it was only Friday and the path was clear to run amok, which they did. As Jocelyn would say: We did it fishies, we did it starfish, we did it blocks, we did it water.
And then it was back to the park for another round of "take my energy please" before bedtime.
Our next stop was Santa Cruz and the weather dictated that we go to the beach. The last time we went to the beach Jocelyn was scared of the water and Aja could barely sit up straight. Now Jocelyn is fearless and wanted to hang with the big kids in the ocean, while Aja played the part of chicken on land. They both found a newfound love of sand.
It wouldn't be the 4th of July weekend without some revelry. Toddler revelry. We decided to embrace small town life and headed over to Alameda for their 4th of July parade. It proved that flags, drums, and horses are all a girl's best friend. A patriotic pair of girls.
I also learned over the weekend that my husband is a city boy. We decided to buy the girls a tent to play in and to begin to introduce them to the idea of camping. Three things I didn't count on: 1) that the tent would take up most of the living room; 2) that Khary had never put a tent together; and 3) that the girls would decide that playing under the tent would be more fun than playing inside.
Vacations usually mean relaxation and downtime, but I kept the motors running. This included a Sunday morning trip to the Fillmore Jazz Festival. We weren't sure if the girls would cooperate, but there's nothing like a bit of sun (okay a LOT of sun for SF) and smooth jazz to make the girls want to run gleefully in circles. Khary enjoyed the Marcus Shelby Trio but I was feeling the funky vibe of the George Lacson Project.
Happy Birthday America!