SURVIVING SFO

 Nearly every time I fly in or out of San Francisco, there is a problem. This time it was a major one and luckily we were not on that flight from Korea. I feel really bad for the pilot, I can't imagine how he must feel.

Anyway, we survived. And Vera, naturally, was a champion. Look at that angelic sleeping face. She nursed and then slept the entire flight from Dallas to San Francisco. And yes, that book is "French Women Don't Get Fat." In July I wax francophilic (if that isn't a word it should be, because that's how I feel), so whatever.

 Well, after that one plane crashed I asked the ticket counter lady if I would be getting home tonight. She said no way. So we jumped on the tram to try to rent a car. This was Vera's face when they told me it would be $250 to rent a car. That was my face too.

 Plan B. Baby on the BART. We took the BART from the airport to Walnut Creek where my uncle and his family lives. My aunt picked us up at the BART station sans carseat. Very illegal. But there you go.

 Mamman (remember it's July and I want to be French in July) on the BART. Totally calm. (right)

 Changing baby's diaper on the BART. I wish I could have captured the prickle the boy next to me felt when he realized what I was about to do. Sorry dude, poop waits for no man.

And let me digress for a minute. I had to use disposable diapers on this trip because I was not going to try to lug around a wet bag for my cloth inserts and then do that laundry at my mom's house. But let me say: I hate disposables. We have never had as big of blowouts in cloth diapers as I did 3 times with the disposables on this trip. And so many leeeeeeeeeeeeaks. Luckily I got all these disposables for free or I would have been worried about how much money I was throwing away with the mess. We love our cloth diapers and are clothers for as long as we can be. Hooray for cloth. Not filling landfills since: The Dawn of Babies.

So my wonderful aunt drove us 2 hours North to meet up with my mom in some forgotten town in California halfway to Redding. Don't worry, we bought a carseat at Target and I returned it as soon as we got home. But that was a nice carseat. I wish we could have kept it. We made it safely, and Vera promptly made friends with Louis and Marcel the French Papillons.

Well, so much of this post has been French themed, hasn't it. Maybe I should change the title? Or just close with a cutesy French phrase.

Bon Voyage! (the italics are so you know it's in a different language. That always bothers me in books. I don't know why, but I feel like, "yeah, I recognize that that is not English, thankyouverymuch.")