The kids are never traveling again

We just got back from a fun but exhausting trip to San Francisco. I worked while poor Brian was on daddy duty for two days during a major rain storm. Fortunately, we stayed in a hotel that had a Kids Suite loaded with toys and all kinds of activities.



Kelsie was introduced to her first karaoke machine. She's terrible at it.



But she apparently is already fluent with a computer. She sat down at the computer in the room (pre-loaded with kids' games -- so great) and immediately started using the mouse to manipulate the game. How's that for a generational gap? We just stared in amazement:



The room also had building blocks, coloring paper, musical instruments, and dress-up clothes. But Kelsie was a little prima donna about getting her photo taken. Here's her first paparazzi shot (and probably her only paparazzi shot, unless she discovers a talent other than singing to make her famous):



And, most importantly, we got to catch up with great friends. We had a babysitter Friday night for my company party. Free flowing margaritas and no kids -- dangerous combination! We were like college kids again, even moving the after-party to the W hotel. Then the next day we went to the East Bay to see friends and their kiddos. Here are Jake and Lexi Reeves ...



And Colden Hooley ...



But as I said in the subject line, the kids are never traveling again, despite the great hotel. Nevermind the toll the time change took on their little bodies and the offensive amounts of crap we had to travel with. The plane ride was pure torture!! Both kids were in good spirits and technically "behaved" but Dylan never stopped moving. By the end of the flight both kids were naked, Cheerios covered the floor in our aisle, crumbs were ground into the seats, my hair was sticking up in every direction (because when Dylan pulled it he'd hold still briefly -- a worthwhile sacrifice), Kelsie was convinced that the flight attendants had oranges that they weren't sharing with her, and Brian and I could barely see straight. We would have taken a picture but that would have required removing one hand from Dylan, which would have given him the opportunity he had been waiting for to jump out to the aisle and crawl into the cockpit, trailing mushed up crackers and screaming along the way.

As we were leaving the plane one kind woman told us our kids were very good during the flight and Brian and I both shot her evil "go to hell" looks and told her she was crazy.

I'm still recovering.