Local Road Trip (a.k.a. We Left the House!)

Over the weekend we decided to go on a mini road trip.


That’s right, we got out of the house! Everyone was feeling a bit stir-crazy, so we decided to visit my bro-in-law up in Santa Rosa. On the way we stopped at Cavallo Point lodge for brunch. I had an open-faced pastrami, which everyone agreed that was so good I won at “brunch.”


The restaurant faced some beautiful views of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco.


Then we headed up to Sonoma County to pay a baby-fueled visit to my bro- and sis-in-law. He just got a new car, so the boys took turns seeing how much they could burn rubber and fishtail it while the girls drank tea and gossiped. I wanted to take the car for a spin, but it’s a manual transmission and since it’s been a couple years since I’ve driven a stick, coupled with the fact that it was nighttime and rainy, I decided to take rain check in trying out the new motorized baby.

Whatever, we had steak for dinner, so, winning.


Amazing steak. I had a piece each of the ribeye and the filet.


And everyone slept on the drive home except for Hulk because he had to drive. The end.

Over the Weekend

Good morning!

I prepared a baby update over the weekend, but I haven’t finished it yet. I hope I can knock it off before the baby comes. Ha.

Over the weekend, Squish learned how to steam milk with the frother. We now have another latte addict in the family.


Bringing back the milk ‘stache.

Over the weekend Hulk and I went to some open houses to start getting a feel for the housing market in SF. We saw a couple of cute ones, but none that won us over. I remember that house hunting took nearly a year the first time we bought a house, so I’m just enjoying the process of looking and dreaming. Our lease is up in December, so we’ll probably move to a cheaper apartment in the city while we continue to house hunt. Of course, the lease is up AFTER my due date. You know, because nothing is more practical or fun than moving with an infant.

Over the weekend we went to a cool new brunch spot that just opened in SOMA called The Pink Elephant. Their deal is a do-it-yourself bottomless mimosa bar. They had an assortment of freshly squeezed juices like watermelon, mango, honeydew, and raspberry lemonade. The food was pretty good and the service really friendly and accommodating. The best part was the ambiance and vibe. It had a real hipster-y, alternative feel with great music and decor, fitting to start off some Sunday Funday action. The pricing was a bit more than I would be comfortable with to go there as a habit ($15 for entrees, $19 for the mimosa bar) but I can see us going back with friends visiting from out of town or special occasions that require more than one mimosa.

Over the weekend, I also took naps. All the naps #bringingnapback. Hulk would bring Squish down to the pool and I would pass out in the sweet relief of having the apartment to myself for a couple hours. Pregnancy + full time job with commute + toddler mommy is exhausting.

What did you do over the weekend?

A Parade and a Day

Wow, this weekend just slipped on by. I’m now sitting in my hotel in Pittsburgh, once again, not really sure how I just got here. I mean, I know I got on a plane and here I am, but it seems like I was just sitting on the couch with the family watching Simpsons reruns even though that was last night.

Anyway, we were super busy all weekend. Squish and I headed to Point Reyes Station to go for a hike with one of my besties. It was perfect weather for it, and Squish pretty much napped in his stroller the whole time.


Then we got pizza. Squish really wanted to practice his pizza serving skills.


Sunday was the big Pride Parade in SF. All of downtown was pretty much shut down for the festivities. We met a friend up for brunch at the Four Seasons restaurant since it looks down on Market Street and we could enjoy the madness over fancy fruit plates.


Squish really enjoyed watching the parade from the big windows and pitched a fit when it was over, going all, “Noooo! More! More parade!” It’s only cute if it’s not your kid. He started out well-behaved, I swear.


Such a fancy pants. He knows the butter knife is licked before the salad fork.

I was up at the perfectly reasonable hour of 4:00 AM for my 7:00 AM flight. I nuked a couple of eggs for a quickie breakfast with some avocado and grapes,


Then ended up packing the grapes in a baggie for the road since I always run out of time getting ready to go to the airport. Have yet to find that perfect balance of being ready on time and getting in as much sleep as possible. It’s so eerie when there’s no one about walking to the BART station.


I arrived early to my gate and assembled my airplane necessities:


You know, water, coffee, snacks, fitness magazine, trashy magazine. The usuals.

I am so glad I packed snacks. Our first flight had a ton of turbulence and they cut service down. I received my cup o’ tea but didn’t get a chance to grab any food.


When I arrived at my layover, I had five minutes until my next flight boarded, so there was no hope in grabbing something to eat.  I somehow survived on my apple, almond butter, and KIND bar, but as soon as I walked into my hotel I ordered room service,


What is up with the sideways pictures? Gah. My OCD doesn’t like.

Anyway, I felt super cramped and tight from the plane so I did a 20-minute yoga podcast to loosen up, and that did the trick.

Time to finish up some work then get some rest in before the work craziness starts tomorrow. Make it a great evening!

A Potluck of Sorts

So, I totally flaked on posting last night. We had dinner with a neighbor, and between the food and fun hanging out it didn’t even cross my mind to put together a post. C’est la vie, eh?

We did have a potluck of sorts. Our neighbor made homemade gnocchi and chicken soup that was fabulous. He made homemade chicken stock using the leftover bird from our chicken cacchiatore dinner party the other night. (If you’re curious, we used this chicken cacciatore recipe from goodhousekeeping.com)



The broth was perfect, I have a hard time getting my stock to taste that good!

Then I made tacos.


Gnocchi and tacos go together, right?

After the soup, I was already feeling pretty full so I stuck with one taco.



Then we all hung out until I was ready for bed and the boys were ready to see what all was happening in the SF night life. Someday I might be willing to venture out to the clubs again, but for now this little momma has a bedtime!

It was a good thing I caught up on my sleep last night, because it was heavenly waking up to no alarm. I threw my shoes on and went out for a 30 minute run a la Summer Shape Up.


It’s amazing all that has changed since I walked down Mission street every day for work. There used to be two empty lots on my walk to the office. Now there are two half-built skyscrapers.

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I came home to the boys just rolling out of bed for the day, one slightly hungover 😉 so I made some brunch for everyone using the leftover taco stuff.


Huh, sideways pic. Anyway, it was sort of a mexican scramble, bacon, and half a bagel thin that eventually was topped with cream cheese.

And I dug out my Nuun. I forgot how much I love Nuun! It’s a nice change-up from plain old water sometimes.



Time to get some housework down and plan the shenanigans for the day. Rumor has it we might be hitting up the zoo this afternoon with some friends!

Make it a great day!

Easter Festivus

Really this post should be titled, “How I Ate All the Things.”

We survived yet another family holiday. After realizing that I had boiled all of our eggs for egg dying and didn’t have any to make the egg casserole for Easter brunch, I set foot out into the city to try and find a store that was a) open and b) had eggs left. Three stores later, I ended up at a 7-11 to score the last dozen of mostly-intact eggs. This is when planning ahead would have been nice.

When I returned from my shopping expedition, Squish was up and we checked out the goodies the Easter Bunny left him.


The Easter Bunny was going to fill the eggs with jelly beans, but at the last minute decided to put in coins instead. But that’s okay; he still received his annual allotment of Blue Dye #2.


Peeps on a stick! Who knew?

Brunch turned out awesome despite my last-minute running around for ingredients. We had egg bake with bacon, cheese, and green onion, fruit salad, and some pastries I picked up from the bakery around the corner. On the fancy china, of course.


Then we enjoyed the awesome weather San Francisco was having. My folks took Squish up to the roof to get his bike riding on while Hulk and I lounged by the pool. Then it was time to head to my sister’s place for Easter dinner. We got cleaned up,

I can bring my bike, right?

And headed North to Napa, where mimosas and piles of deliciousness awaited us.


Amanda even got me sparkling white grape juice for my mimosas! Didn’t even miss the real thing.

Then we ate. And ate. And ate. And Squish found some hidden eggs so he mostly ate chocolate.


I think it was pork tenderloin stuffed with some spinach stuff and topped with cumberland sauce, asparagus, beet and goat cheese tartine, and homemade fresh-baked bread! Nom.

And then we rolled home.


Snuggy Pants [WAIW #6]

This morning I went to put on a pair of pants that I thought fit me, but they were too tight. And not too tight as in I’m-growing-a-small-human too tight. Just tight all over. As in stop-eating-so-much too tight. Sigh. I was really hoping I didn’t need to get bigger clothes until I needed to shop the maternity section, but now I need just a bigger pair of pants. So I’m all like, maybe I should slow down and lose a little fat, just to fit in my pants. But how do you lose fat when growing a baby? The two are sort of at odds.

Of course I checked out my friend Dr. Google, and everything I read said just what I was thinking, pregnancy is not the time to lose weight. Well, I’m not trying to look good in a bikini. I’m trying to fit back into my pants that are too snug all over. Either way, I started using My Fitness Pal to track how much and what macros I eat in a given day. Dear god, that was a wake-up call. I think I eat about as much as a trucker on a cross-country trip.

On the other hand, I could just buy bigger pants, roll with it, and worry about the weight thing after November when the little peanut makes its debut. I think I’m going with that option, it’s way less stressful.

Meanwhile, here’s WIAW! Thanks again to Jenn at Peas and Crayons for hosting!

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This was actually what I ate Monday, when I remembered to take pictures of everything.


Brunch at Eats in SF: BAT scramble, breakfast potatoes, sourdough toast, coffee

Mid-afternoon iced tea on my way to the doctor

Mango snack

Pre-dinner spinach salad, leftover corned beef, mashed potatoes, roasted carrots.

And now I’m off to read PaleoFX recaps while eating a croissant. Because that’s how I choose to live my life right now.

Getting Fixed Up, Finally!

Happy Friday, bloggies!

I’m once again posting in between sets at the gym.


Hey, it’s my first time in the gym since Sunday. Woot.


Anyway, yesterday was crazy. Hulk and I had dentist appointments, so we had a little “dental date” heading up to Healdsburg for the teeth cleaning, then having some brunch together.


What’s a blog post without an awful selfie?

We brunched at a new restaurant opened by some of our friends. I had the “blue plate special” of bangers and mash, with local braised cabbage and kale salad. I am so in love with that dish, it was superb.


Also on the eats, a snack of banana and Larabar on the way to the doctor, and beef hash with sweet tater as a snack. We also had Indian for dinner because, why not? We ate on the roof so I was too busy keeping Squishy from smearing curry all over the lounge chairs to take a pic.

I finally saw the doc about my hamstrings. He agreed that the pain I’ve been feeling is coming from the insertion point deep in the back of my hip where the hamstring connects up to the pelvis, the ischial tuberosity. He gave me a list of local physical therapists to choose from that he knows well and said he’d get me a referral to whichever I chose. So now begins the research project of finding a PT that might take my insurance. I’m probably going to end up playing out-of-pocket for treatment, but it’ll probably be worth it if I can run again, from a quality of life standpoint. Argh, I’m so cheap.

Also, the doc recommended Rolfing. Apparently it’s a type of massage technique where they sort of “go nuts” with some deep tissue movement, and there’s a specific schedule of the treatment plan that includes several stages. It’s really expensive, twice what a normal massage costs, and the treatment plan can take up to 10 visits. I’m hoping I don’t need to go down that road because for sure insurance doesn’t cover it, so it’s totally out of pocket.

I’m hoping to meet a physical therapist and hopefully get a game plan of exercises and stuff I can do at home, with a deep tissue massage to supplement. Then maybe I can start running pain-free again! Wheee!

Whelp, that was my last set. Make it a great day, and happy weekend if I don’t see ya!