Monday

On Monday we went to Alcatraz with our friends John and Erin. It's such a cool tour, and I discovered that I would not have survived as an inmate, as I started feeling claustrophobic after just our hour and a half long tour inside the prison! A woman named Joleen (I think) was there that day. She had lived on the island as a girl when her father worked at the prison, and she was there during one of the more famous escapes. I didn't buy her book, but I did go up to her and talk with her for awhile. What an interesting childhood!

The prison

Our little jailbird

On the island

San Francisco

Livia was surprisingly good during the entire trip. You can see a bruise on her cheek in this picture--she fell over and hit her face on our ottoman over a week ago, and the bruise will not go away!

Chase, John, and Erin are all locked up behind this door. I stayed out with Livia, but this was the solitary confinement cell, and apparently they keep it pitch black.


It was a gorgeous day.

On the ferry over to Alcatraz.

Livia was exhausted when we got home, but was refusing to admit it to herself. So when I put her down in her crib she started crying. Finally, after about 20 minutes she stopped, and when I peeked in this is what I found. It's hard to tell in this picture, but she had apparently been sitting up, crying, and was so tired that she finally just fell over, completely asleep.

Hooray for 3-day weekends!