From Daddy: That is it. Today was the final day of his summer break. Tomorrow, we will officially have a first-grader.
How did this happen?!
Late This Morning
This morning, he and I went to McDonald’s in Daly City/Serramonte to eat a couple of Egg McMuffins for a late breakfast around 10:30. He requested it this morning as he did yesterday morning. I denied him yesterday because we would be busy, but today seemed fine.
I tried to persuade him to allow me to take him to the much closer Stonestown McDonald’s, telling him that we could also walk around the farmer’s market, but he didn’t want to do that. We always go to Daly City, he said. Actually, he also mentioned this morning that he’d like to live in Daly City because they have good food there.
He ate all of his Egg McMuffin (with the Canadian bacon removed), and he wanted more so I gave him a few bites of my remaining muffin. Then he announced that he changed his mind and that he walked to walk around the farmer’s market. So we did.
He enjoyed a few samples and I made sure that he watched some naan bread being made (because naan is yummy). He most loved the caked pastries, so I said that we could return for them.
When we approached the jumpy house (or “inflatable” as he now calls it, thanks to his time at Steve and Kate’s this summer), he made clear his desire to play in it. I agreed. Two dollars for five minutes. He enjoyed himself immensely and I was proud of the orderly way he entered and exited.
(or click https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rs46V849C2s to see him frolic for 1.5 of his 5 minutes in the jumpy house)
Afterward, we returned to the pastry stand. I agreed to buy the chocolate muffin of his choosing (for three dollars) so long as we brought it home to share with mommy. He became very eager to return home.
On the way home, I pleased him with the following musical playlist:
(or click https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBdSqk78nHw to hear and see “What’s New Pussycat?” by Tom Jones; he likes this song because Turbo accidentally sang it when he lost control of his car-emulating powers)
(or click https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvsmRuRp4cM to hear and see the official music video for “Life Is a Highway” by Rascal Flats from the movie Cars with which he was once obsessed; he used to dance to this song at pre-school and My Gym)
“Life Is a Highway” was near its conclusion as we were five blocks from home. He mumbled some that he always had trouble with this part as I made the left turn onto Lawton Street and that he could really use a red light. He then saw the light turning red at 19th Avenue and he exclaimed, “Yes!”. He would be able to finish the song before our trip was over!
Uh oh. The song ended while we were at the red light. He requested “The Snail Is Fast,” saying that the song would be approximately the correct short length for the remaining distance home.
(or click https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46n6gPIdrVE to hear and see how fast is that snail from the movie Turbo, he current favorite movie by a mile)
We arrived home before the end of the song but–as is now the tradition that he and Mommy began–we sat in the car until the song ended.
Afterward, he reunited with Mommy and we shared a chocolate muffin.
Early This Morning
“Mommy, Daddy,” he said excitedly, “I have a book to show you!” He climbed onto our bed with the bed in hand.
“Mommy’s asleep,” I said, “so why don’t you show me?”
He received they book as a late birthday present last weekend and mommy read the book to him recently. He was very concerned; he had heard or been aware of the story previously and he said that he didn’t like the book. (He is a very sensitive boy and I can understand that the whale in distress would not sit well with him.) However, obviously Mommy did a great job reading the book because he now likes it.
He happily studied the map on the inside back cover (as well as the inside front cover) of the book, reading aloud the cities and locations. He pointed out Berkeley (where I have an office), San Francisco, Pacifica (where I reminded him that Judy and Nick lived), and the Golden Gate Bridge.
I told him that the story really occurred when I was 13 years old.
We made our monthly Kindergarten 2 College deposit at the bank in the morning. Later in the morning, we headed to Aubrey’s first birthday party at Tatami Sushi and Seafood Buffet. (There was a funny moment in the car when he heard me say quietly that it was a Japanese Restaurant…you had to be there.)
Afterward, we went to a nearby park that Mommy found so that he could train for American Ninja Warrior.
One Week Ago
I needed Spackle a few other items at Home Depot, so he joined me. He was especially pleased to ride in a well-oiled shopping cart shaped like a race car.
As we wheeled along a vanity set-up on the second floor of the store, I took this photo below. Can you find us?
Afterward, he convinced me (it was not difficult) to share a bolo bao at neighboring Sheng-Kee bakery. He dropped sweet pineapple dust on himself and spilled water, leading to this great photo below:
Later, a bird flew beside him on the sidewalk and it distracted him away from the camera lens. See this unfold below:
One Year Ago
(or click <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1xW_Pn-LgU to watch him at My Gym)
Two Years Ago