A Pinterest-inspired idea for keeping the peace on the flight out, in case I decide to get my fuss on. My mom got us upgraded to first class so we have to be, you know, classy.
Unimpressed with the TSA at Dulles Airport. They flagged my dad for extra screening. It wasn’t as funny as it sounds.
First class, though…that I like!
The food is better here.
And there’s plenty of room to sleep comfortably.
Waiting for our bags at SFO. They were the first ones out! Yay first class!
We grabbed dim sum and then headed out to Ocean Beach, where I practiced walking.
And breastfeeding on the beach, like all the cool kids do.
I won’t even tell you how many hours we spent walking around San Francisco.
Mom and Dad enjoyed espresso at Caffe Trieste. I ate Cheerios.
Victoria Pastry in North Beach, a pilgrimage destination for Mom.
The flowers were so purple, I could not take my eyes off the purple flowers, so incredibly purple. PURPLE.
Off to Napa, where I got to meet all kinds of cool cousins…
…who loved on me and fed me Cheerios until I could hardly stand it.
Dad and I were the best-dressed people at the rehearsal dinner.
But I still wouldn’t smile for (or look at) the camera.
And the wedding was so pretty! There was even a real rainbow. I cried anyway because I didn’t meet the minimum height requirement to be a flower girl.
But I did like wearing a dress that matched my mom’s!
(Not pictured: the flight home. In coach. In a window and middle seat. I made my displeasure clear to my parents; I think I will require first class accommodation whenever I travel from now on.)