I’m taking the lazy way out today, using bullet points to update you on what’s going on in Daddy Dan Land:

  • My uncle and his pre-teen kids are coming in from South Carolina on Friday for a week-long trip to Southern California.  It’s his kids’ first trip here, so they want to hit all of the So Cal hot spots, including Sea World, Disneyland, Knott’s Berry Farm and the beach.
  • We plan on joining them on three of the day.  This Saturday we’ll be heading down to San Diego to Sea World.  This will be the Babito’s first trip.  The rest of the family will be heading back home on Saturday night, but we plan on staying at a hotel that night and taking Babito to the San Diego Zoo (his first trip to a zoo) on Sunday morning before heading home.
  • Babito has a Curious George Goes to the Zoo book.  In the book, a zookeeper is feeding fish to seals.  Every time I tell him about going to Sea World he tells me “I don’t want to feed the seals, Daddy!”
  • On Monday, everyone’s going to Disneyland and California Adventure, so we’re going with them.  It’ll be fun to go with my little cousins on their very first trip to Disneyland.
  • On Thursday we’re all going to Knott’s Berry Farm.  I haven’t been there in years, but I think The Babito will enjoy Camp Snoopy.  I’m hoping it’s still nice, but I’ve heard that Knott’s has really gone downhill over the last several years.  If so, that’s sad.  I remember loving going to Knott’s as a kid.

In Babito News:

  • Lately, Babito has been terrified about getting his hair washed in the bathtub.  It didn’t use to bother him at all, so I don’t know what’s going on there.  There haven’t been any traumatic experiences in the bath or with water, that I know of.  Every time I tell him I’m going to give him a bath he says “We’re not going to wash my hair, Daddy.”  If I tell him that we ARE going to wash his hair, he freaks out.  He’s getting a little better every day, so I hope this fear of hair washing goes away soon.
  • Last night, after praising him for being a “big boy,” Babito said “I don’t want to be a big boy, Daddy.  I want to be a baby again.”  I told him “You don’t want to be a baby.  Babies can’t walk, and baby’s can’t talk, or count, or sing.  All baby’s can do is lay around and cry.”  He said “And baby’s can’t eat fruit snacks, Daddy.”

 

Last, but not least, Peggy at Stir Crazy in The Suburbs has given me a “Mom of the Year” award!  I am honored, but I’m seriously worried about Peggy’s gender identification skills.  Thanks for the award, Peggy!

Here’s my Award!:

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