A Peek at Pier 39

We're all going to be very sad when the cousin club winds down for the summer on Saturday.  But I've noticed that the excursions are starting to take its toll on Jake - he was so tired that we could only make it through the first part of the pier:


A pretend trip on a cable car,

lunch at Hard Rock Cafe,

a tour of the Aquarium of the Bay,

 

jump on a bungee trampoline (my personal favorite) 

 

[Jake couldn't quite do the double-flips that Ryan pulled off but he hung in there and much to my surprise, he wanted to jump and got as high up as PJ]

  

and last, but certainly not least (at least to the boys) was a HUGE ice cream cone from Grandma and Poppy.

 

PJ was thrilled to go home on the ferry with his Poppy.  Guess who was ready for a nap and wouldn't even stand in this picture when all was said and done?  

No . . . not me, but Jake . . .  he was pulling at my leg asking "Mommy hold you?"  Someday, I'll be sad when he gets that pronoun right.  But yesterday, he's lucky I didn't give him away.  Plus, Grandma was there so she wouldn't let me.