We've been enjoying the summer with a few field trips recently. We checked out Habitot in Berkeley, which is technically a museum, but actually looks more like a giant play room on kiddie steroids. There are no windows down there, and a lot of bright lights. And bright colors. And loud noises. And screaming children. And Mommy might need a Valium before taking you here for a repeat visit. But you had a blast, and because it is generally one long rectangle of space, if a parent were to lose a particularly squirmy child (hypothetically of course), said parent could take solace in the fact that hypothetically lost child could not escape said facility. Hypothetically. Unless you have the one child on the planet who discovers the entrance and is hell bent on climbing the large flight of stairs up to the very busy street Habitot is situated on. Did someone mention a Valium?
A play rocket ship full of old fashioned joysticks, telephones, keyboards and keypads. Nostalgic for Mama, tantalizing for toddler.
"Hello, It's for you Mama. It's 1985. They want their phone back."
I don't really want to ride on this car anymore. But some other kid may want it, so I'll just sit here so they can't have it.
This never gets old. Well, not for one of us.
We've been back to our old favorite Bay Area Discovery Museum, as well. You really like to play with the sand table there, and there was a little jostling between you and a particular snot nosed three year old who didn't want to do much sharing. Mommy had to give him the evil eye.
Scooping the sand with a cup is apparently not as interesting as pinching up three grains at a time with your tiny fingers and placing them carefully in the salt shaker.
It only looks like I am interested in the tunnel. That sweet little boy behind me is actually going to lose his train in 3, 2, 1....
Dada took us to Toast for a big brekkie last week after Mama went on and on about the cool fountains they have that you can step right into and do a bit of splashing while you wait for your pancakes. Dada volunteered to take you in while Mama relaxed with some hot cocoa. But Dada's idea of splashing and Mama's idea of splashing differ. Just a bit. You went swimming in the fountain, soaked your clothes, and happily ate your pancakes while dripping dirty fountain water.
No Mama, I am just going to get my fingers and toes wet.
And by fingers and toes I mean legs, arms, tummy and hair.
We went to our new pediatrician for the first time, and you were super psyched to see her big, sweet Golden Retriever joins her at work everyday. You were even more psyched to have your first Dum Dum lollipop after the visit. At first you couldn't figure out what to do with that scintillating globe of sweet stickiness, but the fine layer of gooey drool that covered your face, hands, shirt and shoes let me know that you got the hang of it pretty quickly. Soon after the lollipop was wrapped in a Kleenex and confiscated into Mama's purse. Days later I found you on the floor of our house with my purse contents strewn around you and the Dum Dum hanging happily from your mouth. The Kleenex was still wrapped around it. You didn't seem to mind.
Hello sucker. I love you.
We trekked up to Santa Rosa for Rosh Hashana this week. Unfortunately we had to leave Dada at home, but Oma and Opa took good care of us, and you tried out synagogue for the first time and enjoyed a service by the lake where we threw bread into the water to symbolize the casting off of our sins. I will assume you had no sins to cast off since you only ate the bread allotted to you for throwing. Afterward at the picnic you spent your time trying to join the ducks in the water and terrorizing the adults who patted Mama on the arm and told her how "active" you are.
What do you mean we're out of matzoh balls?
Old sins cast into the water. New sins in the works!
Sometimes a lesson can only be learned by experience. And wood chips...not so yummy.
Oma, This is MY little green truck. And I will knock you down for it.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
First real fever. Feeling a little under the weather.
But eating Mama's ice cream cake for brekkie makes me feel a little better.
And wearing Lily's shoes helps too.
Dada wipes my snots and gives me lots of snuggles.
And keeps me nourished.
Corn on the cob is the awesomest.
Mama broke down and bought me this stroller that I always like to push around the toy store. I push my diggers and trains around the house. And my shoes. And sometimes the pots and pans.
Woobies are for babies. Big boys sleep with trucks.
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