San Fran

This morning I woke up to J’s little cries around 7:20am.  That is a big deal around these parts. Lately he has been getting up at 6:01am on the dot. With that wake up call, I knew today was going to be a good day. During his morning nap(yes I’m still lucky enough for J to take 2 naps a day) I jumped on the treadmill and ran 3 slow miles. I was going to do some weights, but J woke up a bit earlier so the weights will have to happen tomorrow.

On to our trip to San Fransisco.  If you follow me on instagram(sharsti) you saw the beautiful itinerary the hubs made for us a couple of nights before. We were so excited for this trip. We had a lot of fun things to do, we kept saying, “Oh! J is just going to love the aquarium.” Or, “I can not wait to eat some real seafood!”

Unfortunately, we didn’t get to eat our ‘real’ seafood, unless you count our bowls of clam chowder(not as good as Seattle’s in my opinion). Why, you may ask? Well it all started about a week before our trip. J and the hubs got a terrible virus leaving them pretty beat. They were both feeling okay by Thanksgiving so we did our normal Thanksgiving things(besides Josh not really eating much of his meal) so we thought we’d be fine to fly out the next morning.

Bright and early

We flew out bright and early the next morning with no problems at all. We had a layover in LA and the boys slept, we got something to eat, and things were normal.

We landed in San Fran and by that time Josh wasn’t feeling all that great, but was convinced we could have a great time. We pulled up to our hotel in hopes of having some time to relax and for the boys to rest some more before our evening plans. This is where the trip went south. Our room wouldn’t be ready for another hour. We decided to go grocery shopping to get snacks and milk for J for the rest of the week. Made it back to our hotel, and Josh was really not feeling well now. So we skipped out on our plans for the night and all went to bed at 8pm.

snuggles

The next morning, I woke up to J screaming. I ran into the next room to WARNING: TMI find that J had pooped all over himself earlier in the night. It was dried  from his head to his toes. Literally. I began scrubbing him in the bath, and while I was bathing him, he continued to go to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe that he could have so much in that little body. I began to cry because I felt like a horrible mother bringing him all the way here when he wasn’t fully recovered. Needless to say, we booked a flight back for that night so my boys could get the rest and comfort of home that they needed.

flight back home

Luckily, later that morning they both were feeling a bit better and didn’t want to sit around our hotel all day, so we decided to check out San Fran.

walking on the Golden Gate Bridge

He loved being outside

The noisy sea lions, J was very interested

It wasn’t the vacation that we were hoping for, but the day spent in the city was really fun and the weather was gorgeous. We decided we’ll definitely have to attempt a mini vaca again.

About Sugar Plum Runner

Welcome to the Sugar Plum Runner! I grew up in WA state, but currently reside in UT with my husband Josh, son Jackson, and 2 daughters Lily and Claire. I love running, but I have never been so inspired to run, race, and blog about it since 4 years ago after I had Jackson. I grew up playing soccer and cheered in high school. My favorite part of both sports(and yes I consider cheer leading a sport) was the conditioning. I found myself running after practice was over on my own. That's when I realized that running may be the sport I really loved.
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