father’s day
We just got back yesterday from a Disneyland trip with my folks. Daphne had an amazingly good time, as expected. Holly has put up some pictures from the trip, and I posted a few from the road by uploading to Flickr directly from my phone; these were then captured automatically by my tumblelog.
We were a little worried about Daphne going on “scary” rides like the haunted mansion, but in fact that didn’t phase her at all, and the only thing she found upsetting about Pirates of the Caribbean was the possibility of getting splashed (Daphne has a violent aversion to being dripped with water; we avoid feeding her after midnight just in case).
Anyway, it was great fun and quite nice to see my folks, as well as my brother Kip and his girlfriend Kylie, who came down from Sacramento.
We are all adjusting back to our normal sleep schedules, or at least trying to; as a father’s day present, I was allowed to sleep until 11 this morning. Seriously, is that an awesome present, or what?
Daphne made me a father’s day card (see below). She also spontaneously wrote “happy fathrs day” on a pad of paper.
She came and asked me what came after the “F” in “father”, but she did the rest herself. Four years and two months old, folks.
I was following your Disneyland trip assiduously, as we used to go to Disney-CA every summer. It looks like it was fun, and Daphne looks like she had a great time. And wow, my four year-old just showed me what he just made, three yogurt-covered raisins mushed into a little tower. He was very proud, and therefore, so was I.
Dang, is there anything cuter than a proud father?
Yes, one’s own offspring are certainly the best, brightest, most cutest, and generally amazingest things ever to grace this earthly plane. This goes without saying, but being a dad, I am certainly going to keep saying it anyway.
Danny, have you taken Aiden to Disneyland yet? We’d been thinking Daphne was too young to really enjoy it, and went at this time at my parents’ insistence, and I have to say they were right; 4 is a great age for this. It’s particularly good if you have grandparents along to wrangle said 4-year-old for those times when you really want to go ride Indiana Jones. ‘Course, it’s logistically more complicated when you also have a tiny one along; can’t help you there. :)