^three generations of macri women - model pose with grammie, unacceptably cute^
^first boat ride, she loved watching the water^
^selfies with a baby, the only way for me^
^it is amazing the difference in temperature between the two bridges^
^loved the new perspective^
^someone had the best ergo nap on the boat, after acting like a crazy baby for a bit^
^love this girl^
The day was really lovely, besides a few fleeting moments. It was almost like San Francisco knew I wasn't their biggest fan, because within the first five minutes of me stepping out of the car I was bombed by a bird, like all over my diaper bag bad, and down into crevices, you get the picture. Thankfully, my bag is stocked full of everything you need to clean poop, but really?!? Not the way I wanted to spend the first ten minutes at lunch! Our only other bump in the road came with parking by the pier in order to catch our boat. We found free parking [what?!?] thanks to Meg's stealthy eyes [thank god she wears her glasses now] and then we had to haul it. Many, many, many blocks. Now the distance would not have been an issue, if I had more than a few minutes to make the trek, while holding Everly, and a diaper bag, and a baby carrier, because of course there wasn't even time for me to throw E into the ergo, oh, and I wasn't exactly wearing tennis shoes. So besides being a tad sore and very winded, we made the boat trip, and were officially the last to board the boat. Oops, we really were acting like tourists. We should have known that parking was going to be a pain. Oh well, we made it, we saw, we took lots of pictures, memories made.