The Dragon Boss loves his mom. A few weeks ago, back before the bottle when I couldn't help out, on the very first night Baleen got mastitis and absolutely needed some rest, he skipped two of his normal after dark feedings and only made her wake up once. Last night, leading into Mother's Day, he slept from 8pm to 3.30am, then straight through to 7.15am. Hot bananas.
When Baleen woke up to find her son and husband dressed and ready, she said she wanted French Toast with strawberries. So off we went to the Streets of Stollerville, complete with our own stroller, looking for French Toast with strawberries. But at 8.30am, Chloe's and Toast already had lines ten children deep, which meant an hour wait in the San Francisco chill, so we put the Dragon Boss in the car and drove to the Mission and Bojangles, where even Ritual Coffee was a few hours away from fully waking up. There, Baleen chose lemon cornmeal pancakes with bananas over sourdough French Toast. We also listened in to the table next to us as we saw a single, older man jotting notes in a journal call over the waiter to do what we thought was try and pass a love note onto a young, cute waitress. Instead, he paid for the breakfast for a family of three a few tables down from us, passing the waiter a note that said, Happy Mother's Day. Your breakfast is on me. Anonymous.
From there, Baleen tried on her present, a girl's size small Patagonia fleece, which is now on it's way back to Salt Lake City for a women's size small, and we had ahi tuna sandwiches from Bi-Rite in the park, the only item in that place that isn't at too great a mark-up. And while Baleen was taking a most deserved nap in the late afternoon, The Dragon Boss told her Happy Mother's Day.
When Baleen woke up to find her son and husband dressed and ready, she said she wanted French Toast with strawberries. So off we went to the Streets of Stollerville, complete with our own stroller, looking for French Toast with strawberries. But at 8.30am, Chloe's and Toast already had lines ten children deep, which meant an hour wait in the San Francisco chill, so we put the Dragon Boss in the car and drove to the Mission and Bojangles, where even Ritual Coffee was a few hours away from fully waking up. There, Baleen chose lemon cornmeal pancakes with bananas over sourdough French Toast. We also listened in to the table next to us as we saw a single, older man jotting notes in a journal call over the waiter to do what we thought was try and pass a love note onto a young, cute waitress. Instead, he paid for the breakfast for a family of three a few tables down from us, passing the waiter a note that said, Happy Mother's Day. Your breakfast is on me. Anonymous.
From there, Baleen tried on her present, a girl's size small Patagonia fleece, which is now on it's way back to Salt Lake City for a women's size small, and we had ahi tuna sandwiches from Bi-Rite in the park, the only item in that place that isn't at too great a mark-up. And while Baleen was taking a most deserved nap in the late afternoon, The Dragon Boss told her Happy Mother's Day.
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