Falls

I saw the scariest thing I've ever seen this weekend.

We were walking downstairs after I got home from work Friday. You were just in front of me and you slipped or missed the hand-rail or something and there you went. Spinning sideways down the entire stairs to our basement.

You hit your head a couple times on the molding at the bottom and landed very scared and crying. I immediately picked you up and then put you back down again afraid that maybe you had really hurt yourself and I shouldn't move you. Your fear changed to crying insistence that you be allowed to go play with your playdo as originally intended and you clearly were OK.

But I remained shaken by the incident. I know that little kids fall all the time and I know you didn't get hurt. But I keep remembering your fall.

I keep remembering you rolling as you fell and at one point our eyes met and you had a look on your face that said "What's going on?" And I knew I couldn't help.

I know this will happen again. It will not always be a physical fall, but it will happen again and I will not always be able to help you.

I know this. But I hate it anyways.

Sesame Place

We just got back from 2 days at Sesame Place. You had a blast. It might have been the first time we've spent 2 days letting you run around doing pretty much anything you want.

After lunch on day 2 we went to the store and you picked out a Grover doll that you have kept with you for a complete 24 hours now.

My first memory of an amusement park is going to Sea World and getting a stuffed shark. Then I ran down the path throwing the shark into the air and catching it. I think I threw it into a shrub that someone had to fish it out.

Skinned Knees

We were playing downstairs last night after I came home from work and I noticed that you had two skinned knees and a skinned shin all at the same time.

I think I had at least one skinned knee straight through college given all the sports and other outdoor activities I had. Thankfully knee skin seems to grow back pretty well.

Toys

There is a new high-end toy store in Rockville that just opened. We were there yesterday for lunch and went wandering through the store. You thought that was great. Walking around touching all the toys.

They had some great, huge trucks from some German company. They reminded me of one of my favorite toys from way back when. I had a large firetruck. It was large in my memory but I was smaller then. The best part was that you could plug a garden hose into the side of it and squirt water out of a fire house on the top of the ladder. Great fun.

They also had a lot of games for young kids, more 3 and up aged games then I've seen in one place before. When we got home you went around behind the bar where I keep my games and asked to play a game from a game book we have that has dice and pebbles in a bag where you can see them. I'm going to have to look into some of those games.

Green

The early leader for your favorite color is definitely green. Any question involving or possibly involving a color results in the answer being green.

Interestingly, you don't have a solid grasp on color yet, so you don't actually know which item is green.

I don't know what my favorite color was at that age and I don't really have a strong favorite color feeling now. Maybe black.

It will be interesting to see if you still like green best when you actually know what green is.

Pointing to the beach

You had a great time at the beach this week. We managed to get there twice. I think you think beaches are the world's largest sand-boxes. The second time we went, you knew where we were going and got excited as we got close. I asked you where the beach was and you pointed.

When I was little, my parents took me to the beach in the outer banks. There is a famous picture of me somewhere of me pointing to the beach.

I guess at some point we all get to point to the beach.

First Roller Coaster

2 years, 3 1/2 months.

We took you to your first miniature golf. That didn't involve a lot of golf.

But the golf place had a carousel. You love carousels so we figured that would salvage the day. While your mom was buying a ticket you saw their kiddie roller coaster. "Train!" "Caterpillar!"

Sure enough, 2 and above can ride.

So you and your mom went. You went wee and raised you hands at the start. I think the top the roller coaster was a couple feet taller then I was, but you loved it.

Of course, if you mom and I were really good parents we'd have pictures. But we're really not good at that. Maybe we'll try to re-enact the occasion later this week.