Six Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty Miles. That’s how far it is to New Zealand from San Francisco. Do you think I could swim all that way? According to Oscar, who is 8, you can do it on the back of your little sister. But only if you are paid the high price of one cookie. This is what he informed us as he made his entrance one morning, clinging to the giggling and struggling frame of Mia, who is 4.
I certainly hope he’s right. Because after four days of sharing our home with the one and only Teeny, her husband Steve and two kiddies, our San Francisco flat suddenly feels lonesome with their absence. I started missing her before she even left, and spent the rest of the day yesterday, I will admit, feeling completely mopey. Even though we were only able to start conversations, and not finish them before some little somebody demanded attention, I am well aware that we could have chatted for days. I don’t always realize how lonely it can be, being a Mama, until that experience is contrasted by getting to share my days with another mama who is also a kindred spirit.
Blogging relationships are precious, but it dawned on me this weekend how they can lend themselves to that sense of isolation that is Social Media. We all send emails and comments…which is like having a relationship in one minute bursts. Each morning that I heard her voice floating down the hall, I got a chance to feel the pulse of warm blooded friendship. My heart craves more than words on a screen.
There were outings and dinners and flea markets and movies and late night tea. I’ll shut up now and show you the photos. I know why you’re here. BUT WHAT DID SHE WEAR? Adorableness. Every. Day.
Carousel in Golden Gate Park
Alemany Flea Market. Girlfriend scored, and also learned how to haggle.
After market nosh at Soleil. We met up with Gabriel and had casual conversation about things like the importance of funghi, the nitrogen footprint and NZ hotsprings. Just your average chat in the Lower Haight.
There was also some self referential awkwardness.
You feel? Adorbz.
One of our family style dinners. Steve and Tina didn’t quite know what to make of my American hospitality which was kinda like LET ME FEED YOU.
Sunday Night Dinner with our housemate Kristy and good friend Steph. That’s Oscar at the table, having conniptions about yet another weird vegetarian meal.
Everybody say “Tacos!”. That’s Steve, Tina’s man, on the left. I spared him the I’m in your face with a camera cuz I’m a blogger action. He was a complete dear heart…it’s so good to meet your friends’ partners and to feel that solid confidence that they’ve got a good one.
Fern didn’t quite know what to make of these two children who were suddenly living in her home. During a couple of teary moments I asked her, “Is it hard having other kids in your house, touching your toys and being in your room?”. Nodding and pouty lips. But this morning as we were painting at 7am, she said, “I use this paintbrush and then when the other kids get up they come and paint too.”. I explained again that our friends are staying at another house and we won’t see them for a while. She looked at me slightly befuddled like, “What? Just when I got used to them?”
We really loved Oscar and Mia and they really loved…Jeff. Mia informed me that she was in love with Jeff and was going to marry him.
Oscar thought his mum and dad should leave him to stay with us, “To get to know Jeff better”.
Don’t look at our weird shadowey faces. Look at our frocks. And our shoes. (And how Tina is TOTALLY copying me. Fashion stalker. This might get in the way of our friendship, Teens.).
Yes, I do wear that hat everyday.
We spent our last 10 minutes together swapping clothes. She handed down her Holly Hobby vest, which I had admired on her blog. Really, I just wanted to give her pieces of me to take with her. Tuck me in your suitcase!
Such a peach.
I am tempted to write up every little giggle, but I think some things are better left out of the blogosphere. Also, Teeny is the star of this show…the story will best be told by her.
Teeny and Co. are continuing on with their travels and I know some of you ladies will be meeting her too, as Anne did before me. Y’all are in for a treat.
Happy trails and much love, dear Tina, Steve, Oscar and Mia!